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Okay this is going to be similar my Anime Tarts fanfic except for cartoons, to make things easier for me, this one will just be for chapters that are none crossovers, I will post a second one for crossovers. Please note you may see some repeat chapters if they are considered by me both crossovers and not - e.g. Yu-Gi-Oh and Yu-Gi-Oh GX is a crossover because they are different shows while also been not a corssover since are in the same canon universe.

This fic will be an anthology of mostly one shots, which will either be ideas of my own or requests, I will also be posting the first chapters of possible series to test the interest in me continuing the series, I will make a note if it is a 'Series Tester' and I would appreciate reviews or anything to indicate interest in seeing it continued in its own fanfic.

Please Note for Requests
I want you to give me every tiny detail that you can, the absolute minimum is the category, the characters, the fetishes if any, what you want to happen and the catalyst that causes it to happen e.g. alcohol. But please give me as much information if you can, the barebones of the plot of the chapter would be a great help to me.

Below is a list of the Cartoons I have seen in alphabetical order, if you don't see one here just request it and if I haven't seen it I'll add it to my 'to watch list'.

Also note I haven't seen the entirety of each show but if need be I will revisit them to get a good grasp of the character before I write the idea/request.

Adventure Time
American Dad
American Dragon: Jake Long
Angel Friends
Atomic Betty
Avatar: The Last Airbender
Bakugan: Battle Brawlers
Bakugan: New Vestroia
Batman TAS
Batman Beyond
Batman The Brave and the Bold
Battle Force Five
Beast Wars: Transformers
Ben 10
Ben 10 Alien Force
Ben 10 Ultimate Alien
Ben 10 Omniverse
Brady's Beasts
Casper's Scare School
Codename: Kids Next Door
Danny Phantom
Dexter's Laboratory
Digimon Adventure
Digimon Adventure 02
Digimon Tamers
Digimon Frontier
Dora the Explorer
Dragons: Race to the Edge
Dragons: Riders of Berk
Dungeons and Dragons
Ed, Edd n Eddy
Ever After High
Fairly Odd Parents
Family Guy
Fantastic Four 1994
Fish Hooks
Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends
Generator Rex
George of the Jungle
Hero 108
Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi
Hotel Transylvania
House of Mouse
Hulk and the Agents of S.M.A.S.H.
Huxley Pig
Inspector Gadget
Jackie Chan Adventures
Jimmy Nuetron
Johnny Bravo
Johnny Test
Justice League
Justice League Gods and Monsters
Justice League Unlimited
Kim Possible
Kungfu Panda
Legend of The Dragon
Lilo and Stitch The Series
Looney Tunes
Mona The Vampire
Monsters VS Aliens
Mr Bean
My Gym Partner's A Monkey
Ocean Girl
Phineas and Ferb
Pocket Dragons
Sabrina's Secret Life
Scooby Doo and Scrappy Doo
Scooby Doo Mystery Incorporated
Scooby Doo Where Are You?
Shaggy and Scooby Doo Get a Clue
Sonic Underground
Spiderman TAS
Spiderman Unlimited
Spongebob Squarepants
Static Shock
Teen Titans
Teen Titans Go
Teen Wolf
The Batman
The Cramp Twins
The Emperor's New School
The Garfield Show
The Gingerbread Man 1992
The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy
The Land Before Time
The Legend of Tarzan
The Life and Times of Juniper Lee
The Lion King's Timon and Pumbaa
The Little Mermaid
The Looney Tunes Show
The New Batman Adventures
The Simpsons
The Ultimate Book of Spells
The Wild Thornberrys
The Woody the Woodpecker Show
The Zeta Project
Tom and Jerry
Totally Spies
Transformers Prime
Ultimate Spiderman
What's New Scooby Doo?
Winx Club W.I.T.C.H.
Wolverine and the X-Men
World of Winx
Xiaolin Chronicles
Xiaolin Showdown
X-Men Evolution
Young Justice
Yu-Gi-Oh! GX
Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds

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Co-written with Darkness Rissing
Categories: Yu-Gi-Oh!, Yu-Gi-Oh GX
Characters: Camula, Ishizu Ishtar
Warning Contains: Stripping, mind control, feet worship, vampires, femdom, sex slave and oral

Series Tester

Night had long since descended, the sands of Egypt cooling, possessing an almost eerie beauty, beneath the ancient sands an ancient temple still stood; images of monsters and creatures of shadow decorating the stone walls and pillars, lit torches illuminating the confines of the temple. Deep inside lay an ancient stone filled with the desired mystical Millennium Items, the light of the torches flickering on the golden treasures, off to the side a wooden chair rested against a wall, concealed behind a wide pillar.

Upon the chair sat a young woman, her tired eyes closed as she listened to the silence of her temple. The tired protector of the Millennium Items. Her straight black hair trailing just below her shoulders, two locks wrapped in gold rings coming from behind her ears and continuing to the front, stopping at her neck, she possessed a slender build and tanned complexion. Her attire consisted of a long ankle length dress partially bearing her shoulders, featuring black patterns around the neckline and the rims of her sleeves. A golden piece of headwear circled her head, an emerald resting where it met at the front.

Ishizu's mind filled with images of her brothers, Marik and Odeon. Her heart hollowed within her chest, growing heavy; a lump forming in her throat. She missed them dearly but each now led their own lives on the surface, well Marik did while Odeon continued to fulfil his promise and protect Marik and keep him out of trouble. She missed the days her family guarded the tomb, even with her father's temper. Now all she had was silence and her duty. A small smile graced her lips as she reminded herself that her brothers would return in a months' time to visit her and bring with them all the tales of the surface and just what Marik had done…last time he had managed to set the oven on fire…Odeon still has him banned from the kitchen without supervision.

A light tapping sound echoed. Her cyan eyes snapped open, lightly glistening with tears as she stood up abruptly, her posture straight, hands balled into fists at her side, her gaze narrowing into a glare. A second, almost roll like tapping followed. She turned to the passage where the sound had originated, silently she moved along the shadows cast by the torches, stepping into the light she glared down the passage. Nothing. Not a single body nor shape in site; not even a bulge in the small shadows, aside from two small stone in the centre of the passage.

An all too familiar sharp sheen-like sound filled the air. Her heart lurched in her chest; she turned forcefully on her heel, wincing as a bright golden light shone through the dark, lifting her hand to shield her eyes as a sense of intense dread filled her heart. She knew this light all too well; one of the sacred treasures had been claimed.

She quickly stepped towards the light, her heart hammering in her chest as a feminine figure filled her vision, her eyes soon focusing on the golden relic, pointed towards her. She froze. Memories of her brother's dark side flashing before her mind's eye as the head of the Millennium Rod began to glow, a golden burst of energy fired from the head, striking her stomach, she lurched forward, gasping for her breath as she flew back, slamming into the wall, gasping out in pain as she dropped to the floor, gritting her teeth. She moved to stand, only to stop as a shadow was cast over her.

Ishizu allowed her gaze to rise. Long, straight, green hair reached down to her waist with one large curl, scarlet eyes glowing in the darkness of the temple, her attire consisting of a long, dark red dress displaying her cleavage, with long slits, revealing her slender pale legs, straps crossing her arms just below her shoulders, attached to a cape and bat broaches below her vast cleavage and above the slits, gold armbands and bracelets decorated both arms, with heeled shoes with laces continuing up her shins. The sacred treasure resting in her right hand, pointed towards the temple floor. Round her neck rested a golden choker emblazed with the Wdjat eye.

Blood red lips smirked down at her as the demonic eyes narrowed, a dark chuckle escaping her lips.

"Wh-Who are you?" Ishizu gasped out, pressing herself against the wall as the Millennium Rod was raised, aiming directly at her.

She chuckled darkly again.

"My name is Camula, the last living vampire, owner of the Shadow Charm Choker and now the Millennium Rod. And you are my new slave."

The eye upon the rod illuminated, its golden light blinding Ishizu.

"No…" The Egyptian woman cried as the light consumed her vision, she felt her gasp on reality fade as her pupils dilate, her limbs going limp as fear, stress and desperation left her body.

Camula's smirk grew, her pearlescent fangs glinting in the light of her item.

"Rise to your feet slave."

Ishizu said nothing, silently rising to her feet, her vacant eyes locking on Camula.

The vampiress looked over her the hypnotised girl, extending her pale hand, she lifted Ishizu's chin with a long, sharp red nail, admiring her flawless neck.

"Such exotic beauty." She allowed her hand to fall, lightly caressing her right breast. "How can you hide such beauty beneath all these clothes, remove them, let us see what you're hiding slave."

Ishizu remained silent as she set about removing her clothing; she lifted the golden jewellery from atop her head, dropping it to the ground without care, the two golden locks soon joining them. She slid her dress fully over her shoulders, the dress dropping to the floor, pooling round her ankles, stepping out of the dress she kicked it away, leaving her in a thin grey binding round her breast and grey thong.

Camula lightly hummed as she looked over Ishizu's body, admiring her dark legs and stomach.

"I didn't say stop slave, strip."

Ishizu flinched and proceeded to unbind her breasts, dropping the cotton binding to the floor, leaving her perky breasts on display, next she proceeded to hook her thumb round the waistline of panties and slowly pull them down her leg, bending over and sticking her rear into the air.

"Stop." Ishizu froze. "Turn around slave." The dark haired woman shuffled round until her head pressed against the wall, her thumbs still hooked on her underwear and her rear pointed towards her mistress.

A lecherous smirk spread across Camula's lips as she admired Ishizu's shapely rear, extending her hand she lightly caressed her slave's ass, enjoying how the naked woman flinched when she felt her icy touch as she traced her fingers over her ass cheek, lightly squeezing it.


The vampiress giggled as her slave flinched and she took in the site of her ass cheeks lightly jiggled from her touch.

"Such a beautiful ass." She began to lightly massage the left cheek within her palm. "I will enjoy making good use of it later little slave." She pulled back her hand once again.


Her dark laughter filled the temple as her slave flinched again, a dark handprint fading into existence upon Ishizu's ass of her mistress' hand, branding her.

"Hmm hmm who would have thought it?" The vampiress chuckled, pulling back her hand once again


Bringing it down over Ishizu's right ass cheek, the sound of her palm slapping against the soft flesh echoing throughout the tomb, Ishizu wincing at the stinging sensation.

"So firm."


She struck the left cheek again.

"Yet its soft, and bouncy to the touch." She smirked.


The right cheek burned with a vibrant red handprint.

"It's almost addicting." Camula laughed, exposing her fangs, as she struck the guardian's ass again and again, leaving deeper and deeper red marks appear over the previously smooth and unmarred flesh, oh how she loved to watch the blood rush to the wounded area. She felt her mouth salivate as she licked at her scarlet lips in a sexual manner.

Even with her mind under the control of the Millennium Rod, Ishizu flinched with each strike she received, her eyes welling with tears.

"I can't wait to play with you my dear, you'll be such a fun new toy." She laughed, bringing her hand over Ishizu's bright red ass again, this time holding it firmly in place over the stinging flesh. The controlled girl couldn't stop a small moan from escaping her lips.

The vampire smiled at this.

"Well, well, well." She chuckled, forcibly grabbing the punished flesh, massaging it roughly. "It seems there is still a spark of free will in you dear, and that spark is enjoying this." Her eyes illuminated with a demonic aura.

"You enjoying your treatment slave?" Her hand began to close, causing her sharpened nails to sink in the soft flesh of her slave's ass, until she was near drawing blood from the abused skin. Causing Ishizu to let out a small cry. "But maybe I shouldn't be surprised." She said with a smile as she massaged the tenderized flesh.

"After all..." her hand slid over to where the guardian's thong rested. "...Anyone who would wear this…" She grabbed at the fabric, "IS WISHING FOR THIS!" and pulled at the cloth, causing it to slam inside Ishizu's pussy with great force as it rode up as Camula started to pull the thong back away from the guardian.

The tomb keeper cried out as she felt the cloth going inside her labia. Her legs trembles and her fingers grabbing at the wall with force, her nails clawing at them.

"Hahahaha!" The vampiress laughed "My what a vocal response my dear." She mocked as she lowered the cloth before swiftly pulling it back up again.

"Oh but look at this." She flicked her wrist, tightening her hold on the thong as it partially wrapped round her wrist, earning another delectable cry from her slave as she twisted the thong to reveal a large wet patch on the crotch, another twist and pained cry Camula moved the cloth to the left and then the right, grinding Ishizu´s pussy with it, as if trying to floss her cunt.

"To think beneath all those clothes and layers you were hiding this, you little slut." She taunted. "Who would have thought that under all of that, the tomb keeper's daughter would wear something so scandalous?"

The vampiress laughed, pulling at the thong again, enjoying the pained cries she would elicit from her slave. The tomb keeper was utterly helpless, unable to do anything aside from cry and moan as the cloth ground against her pussy, sending waves of pleasure and pain with each minor movement her Mistress made, with each minor flick of the wrist, her pussy leaking through the cloth.

Camula enjoyed every moan and cry that her new slave released as she pulled and twisted the tight underwear to its limits before releasing it, causing a small "snap" every time it struck the flesh, only to immediately grab it once again and repeat the process over and over, the cries and moans of her slave filling the tomb, only joined by Camula's dark laughter.

Finally the vampiress gave one final yank on the thong, one last time, ensuring that the cloth was wedged deeply between her new slave´s ass cheeks before letting it go, allowing herself a moment to admire her work as Ishizu stumbled as the sudden force vanished.

Ishizu was breathing hard, her cheeks where red with both arousal and embarrassment as a few tears managed to leak and slide down her cheeks. The guardian's ass was red, decorated with marks where Camula´s nails had managed to lightly pierce the flesh, branding her as her slave, some small drops of blood already seeming to ooze out of the tiny holes.

The image seeming complete by the underwear been pulled until it almost completely vanished between the ass cheeks with only a small line entering and emerging from the crack. Lower down, the cloth was trapped in her labia, giving a full image of Ishizu's cunt, also allowing the vampiress to admire how the pussy glistened in the torch light with its own juices.

"Hehehe…shame I don't have a camera to preserve such art, though with you as my clay I'm sure I'll witness many more forms of beauty and art." Commented Camula as she stared hungrily at the keeper's ass and pussy. "I certainly would have love to immortalize this with a picture." Tearing her eyes from the glorious view she looked directly into the eyes of her slave.

"But for now I think you've had that thing far too long my slave….take it off, NOW!" She ordered with great force, her eyes illuminated with a bloody glow.

Trembling, Ishizu stood against the wall, bracing herself. Bowing her head. With trembling fingers she hooked the sides of her thong and lowered it down timidly, giving her mistress a full view of her red, naked ass, a small trickle of liquid gliding down her inner thigh from her pussy. The thong touched down on the floor and the guardian proceeded kick it away towards where her other clothes remained.

She turned back to face her Mistress.

"Did I say you could stand up?" Camula spat.


Ishizu's face whipped round to face the wall, her right cheek branded with the shape of her new Mistress' hand.

"Turn around" Camula ordered, her eyes glowing with anticipation.

Ishizu timidly turned on her heels to face her new mistress, the second she did so a hand clapped itself over her right breast causing her to cry out once again.

"Ummm….firm yet soft" Camula muttered with her signature predatory smirk as she proceeded to grope the breast. "And so beautiful." She lowered her head to the left breast.

"They are simply...irresistible." Her tongue snaked out past her lips, gliding over Ishizu's nipple, lightly pinching it, causing Ishizu to stiffen as the vampire deposited several small licks upon it, as her hand proceeded to massage her right breast.

Camula looked up, seeing her slave´s cheeks turning a deeper bloody shade as her breaths started to increase and grow more rapid as small sounds erupted from her mouth. "Hehehe look at you." She began, standing up and slowly applying more force to the breast, her sharpened nails nipping at the tender flesh, eliciting pained winces from Ishizu.

"The great keeper of this tomb…how I wish others could see you now." her fingers slammed together, trapping the nipple between them in their icy grip, Ishizu felt a cold shiver shoot up her spine.

"I'm not sure whether they would be ashamed of you….or JEALOUS OF ME." Her fingers slid down until her thumb and forefinger took hold of the erect nipple, twisting it harshly causing a choked scream to emerge from the guardian as the vampiress proceeded to pull and twist with growing force, loving how the girl's back would arch, she released the nipple, allowing it to slap back into place.

"I think jealous." She laughed, grabbing the breast with great force, feeling her own pussy quiver at the pained expression that spread across her slave's face. "After all I'm sure there are many who would wish to be in my shoes right now." She release the breast as her hand snuck its way down. "Or maybe….someone already has been?" Passing her belly the hand stopped just an inch above Ishizu´s pussy. "I wonder….." Her dark bloody eyes narrowing at the Egyptian beauty Camula let her fingers caress the wet labia. "….If I slide my fingers in here…." Ishizu´s breathing grew faster, a thin layer of glistening sweat over her tanned body, small moans escaping her as the slender, icy fingers proceeded to play and spread her.

"…What will I find?" The vampiress allowed the tip of her finger to enter the warm, wet cavern. "Would I find that you are as sacred as your title implies?" A second finger joined the first, both lightly wiggling, caressing Ishizu, causing her to tremble. "Or will it reveal that you are as slutty as the cloth you wear?" Drops fell from her pussy as she continuously teased and fingered her cunt, her fingers moving faster and faster, beginning to enter the cavern inch by inch, each one eliciting more moans and gasps from her slave.

"So tell me my dear…" Camula´s face moved closer to Ishizu's as the vampiress, whispering into her ear. "What...are…you my dear?" The vampiress allowed her mouth to open…her fangs ready to sink into Ishizu's neck and bite her, awaiting her anticipated answer.

The keeper continued to moan, her breath shuddering as she struggle to form the words the to answer her mistress' question.

"I…ah…I…ah…I" Finally she took a deep breath, a little spark of light erupted in her eyes as they narrowed.

"I am Ishizu Ishtar…..keeper and guardian of the millennium items and tomb keeper of the ancient secrets of the formerly nameless Pharaoh Atem, ex-bearer of the Millennium Necklace."

Camula´s mouth closed, a tight frown forming upon her face, her fingers stopping their movements and slowly retracting from Ishizu´s cunt. The last member of the vampire race stood tall in front of the keeper, her eyes darker, brewing with an inner anger slowly growing inside her. Finally her left hand shoot like a bolt of lightning, striking Ishizu´s right cheek with her divine wrath, the force of her blow enough to make her stagger back from her mistress.

"You fucking bitch!" Roared the vampiress "You are not any of those fancy titles!…You are nothing! Period!" With great speed the vampiress struck the keeper with a roundhouse kick, sending the Egyptian beauty flying until she struck a pillar, falling to the floor. The vampiress walked slowly towards the fallen girl. Her eyes glowing with unholy light as her hair seems to come to life with an invisible breeze.

In her hand the Millennium Rod illuminated brightly, a blast of light erupting from the head and striking Ishizu once again.

"You are not a guardian or even a person anymore." The voice of Camula echoed throughout the tomb. "You are not even a pet, you are my slave, my toy, a simple object that only live to serve and pleasure me wherever and however I desire, you belong to me, you are my possession." The next time the Rod illuminated brightly the keeper's eyes dulled until only a dark void was left.

"You are mine and mine alone….I am your Mistress, your owner and you are my bitch…my orders are absolute…do you understand?!"

"Y-Yes." Ishizu answered with a vacant tone.

"Yes what!?"

"Yes mistress."

"Good, at least that is clear." Camula said, anger still in her tone. "But don't think you are free of punishment…you've your fun…now it's time to serve." She stepped forward, lightly lifting her skirt a touch, showing more of her slender legs and drawing her slave's attention to her bloody heels.

"Now come here and kiss my foot, then you may proceed to clean it with your lowly tongue."

With great effort the now broken keeper stumbled to her feet and stepped forward, ready to walk to her mistress and fulfil her command.

"Did I give you permission to stand? To walk?" Camula spat, her eyes flashing crimson as anger once again filled her voice. "On your knees…crawl to me like the lowly bitch that you are!"

"Sorry mistress, yes mistress." Ishizu apologized as she dropped to her knees, her right eye twitching as her bare knees slammed against the stone floor as she dropped on to all fours and started crawling towards the waiting pale foot of her mistress, trembling lightly.

She pursed her lips and bestowed a chaste kiss to Camula's red big toe, lightly licking her lips as she pulled back.

"Now clean it" Camula Spat.

Almost robotically, the slave took her mistress' foot into her hand and proceeded delicately slip the heel off her cold foot and carefully put it to the side. The red painted nails almost seeming to shine in contrast with the divine pale skin cold in the hand of the broke girl.

"I want you to kiss it." Ordered the vampiress "This is your new position, your job, what you live for, why you exist so you better do it right."

Keeping a hand under the sole Ishizu close her lips on the top and slowly began to leave small kiss all over the cold skin, shivering at the feel of cool tops of Camula's feet beneath her warm lips. The sand beauty soon started going down towards the toes bestowing each with a kiss.

"Now lick it." Instructed Camula, her voice once again filled with pleasure at having the keeper at her feet, eagerly kissing and licking them eager to please her. "Clean them with those lips and that lowly tongue of yours." Without complaint or objection, the guardian extended her tongue and slowly beginning to allow it to glide over the skin, back and forth before her mouth returned to her toes, swallowing down any grime, dirt, sand and sweat the her tongue managed to procure from her mistress' feet.

The hot wet appendage slid between the big and the second toe as she cleaned the small space, tasting and savouring the taste of her cold toes. Ishizu then proceeded to take all her toes into her mouth, making sure to wrap her tongue around each and every one, sucking them, cleaning and swallowing small amounts of sweat, grime, sand and even droplets of blood she found there.

"Ummm… oh that's right." Camula groaned, her anger diminishing as soon as the jolts of pleasure shot up from her toes, her back arching in pleasure, her own pussy twitching eagerly. "Now the sole…clean every inch of it."

Lightly raising her mistress´ foot a bit, Ishizu lowered herself as to not cause Camula discomfort or risk her losing her balance, not caring for her own discomfort as she proceeded to glide her tongue over the hardened flesh of the beautiful heel to the tip of sexy big toe, to the tip of the pointed toenail, a trickle of blood seeping onto the nail as it lightly punctured her tongue, her tongue quickly licking it up, ashamed for dirtying Camula's toe with dirty blood. She dragged her tongue back down to the heel, trailing it over every inch of the foot, wrapping her lips around the heel and proceeding to suck on it, drawing circles with her tongue inside her mouth.

Camula's fresh moans filled the tomb.

Ishizu withdrew from the heel and proceeded to drag her tongue up the divine cold sole, moving to the centre where she began to trace large circles with the tip of her tongue that got smaller and smaller with each lap it made.

"Ummm….yeah like that…ohhh good…you are very good at this slave…" Camula moaned, feeling herself relax at the pleasurable sensations of Ishizu's tongue on her sole as it licked her clean. "…continue like that…" The tingling sensation of her pussy growing stronger with each lap of the hot, wet tongue as she looked down at her slave with hungry.

"You are…oooh…really good using your tongue." Using her free hand, she hiked her skirt even further, revealing her blood red panties "….oooh…now my pet…..go up….kissing my legs and don't stop until I tell you."

Following the command Ishizu lowered the foot and began to lead a trail of kisses from the tips of Camula's toes, up to her beautiful ankles, up the inside of her long, slender legs, kissing every miniscule inch Camula would allow her to kiss with hunger. Kiss after kiss she ascended until she found herself kissing her inner thighs, a mere few inches away from her mistress' wet panties.

"Stop there!" Ordered Camula, stopping Ishizu´s ascension in her tracks. Using her other hand to hold up her skirt, the Millennium Rod aiding her in doing so, Camula moved aside her panties with her free hand, showing her pale, shaven pussy.

"Now my pet I want you to lick…lick and feed on your mistress…drink of my nectar be honoured that I let you taste me and rejoice in its flavour."

Almost like she had been starved for days, the dark beauty lapped at Camula's pussy. llicking hungrily at the small drops that escaped due to her previous actions. Ishizu couldn't help but moan at the flavour that soon filled her mouth as her mind screamed at her to gain more of the sacred liquid that now her mistress give to her, all resistance banished to the back and furthest corners of her mind by the ancient magic of the sacred treasure.

The last of the vampires couldn't help but let small moans escape her mouth as the tongue of her slave buried itself inside her folds, twisting, twirling and wiggling, desperately trying to reach its deepest core.

"Ah...that's right my pet…ah…lick…and eat your mistress….umm…this is why you exist…don't stop until I tell you…umm." Ishizu's movements began to increase in speed, following the orders of her mistress. At the same time her new mind-set caused her own pussy to start leaking again, staining the inside of her legs.

"Yeah…ah….ah…" The screams of ecstasy from the vampire increasing with each lap of her slave's tongue, Ishizu's mouth found her small button and soon began to suck at it, even lightly nipping and grazing it with her teeth.

"Ah yes there…Don't! Stop!" Camula placed her hand on the back of Ishizu´s head, forcing it into her pussy as she grabbed the hair of her slave forcibly.

Meanwhile, Ishizu also felt a pressure building in her core as the pain in her head and the taste in her mouth combine causing her to feel like she was about to explode, but couldn't do anything without her mistress' order or permission, moaning into her mistress' pussy was all she could.

"Ah…you dirty…ah…little… ah…slave…ah… better…umm…you better…ohhh be thankful for…ah ah…Thissss!" The last vampire reached her climax and soon Ishizu felt her mouth be filled with her mistress´s juices, spurts of cum erupting from her mouth as it quickly filled, bouncing back and staining her face and hair.

"Swallow slave!" Camula cried out, Ishizu swiftly began jugging down as much of Camula's cum as she was able.

However that was also her limit and soon she also came and soon her gurgled screams joined her mistress´s as her face and hair received a second coat of Camula's divine cum as she moaned and drank of her mistress.

The fallen guardian fell to the floor, breathing heavily as she tried to recover. Just in front of her Camula also recovered her strength although thanks to her status as a vampire it didn't take that long. However, this allowed her eyes to notice something sooner.

"You're dirty slave!" She screamed with anger. Ishizu tried to see what could have angered her mistress when suddenly she felt a bare foot stomping over her pussy causing a new scream of both pain and pleasure to erupt from her, filling the tomb.

"You are really a bitch aren't you?...enjoying even your punishment eh?" Camula spat in anger as she ground her foot against Ishizu´s pussy.

"I don't remember giving you permission to cum…I don't recall ordering you to cum with me either….you can't cum with me or before me, only when I order it can you cum!" She yelled, increasing the pressure.

"Yes mistress…I'm sorry mistress!" Cried the slave.

Camula finally withdrew her foot away from the sensitive pussy of her slave.

"Now look at this" she said feeling her sole wet. "Dirty again… clean it!" Shaking Ishizu knelt before her mistress and proceeded to lick her own fluids from beneath the sole until it was clean, shimmering with her saliva. "Now my shoe." Ishizu turned to seize the shoe, Camula taking the opportunity to wipe the saliva off her sole onto her slave's hair, making good use of it. taking hold of the shoe Ishizu turned back again with great care returned the shoe to the divine foot it belonged to.

"I should really punish you further for thinking you can go ahead cum without my permission slave." Camula spat, grabbing a handful of Ishizu´s hair, relishing in the pained cry she received.

"Maybe I should cut your soft hair away until nothing is left on your head." She then proceed to rub it against her pussy. "Although it makes a wonderful towel and a lovely toerag." She continued before letting it go, now more wet that before.

Lick me clean slave…I want you to clean my pussy with your lowly tongue and then dry it with your hair." Immediately Ishizu launch herself to her mistress using her tongue to lick away any and all of her mistress' delectable nectar from her pussy and inner thighs. "Or maybe I should do something more entertaining….maybe use pins on those breasts of yours and leave you like that for a few days, although I think you would actually enjoy that." The tongue of Ishizu soon reached her mistress´s pussy again as she make sure to get to the last drop of cum.

"Or maybe I should test your sacred region with my own heels or any of the torches that light this dreary place." finally Ishizu finished cleaning her mistress and proceeded to dry her regal pussy and thighs with her hair, sullying her locks with saliva and any cum she had missed in her cleaning and was once again kneeling before the vampiress.

"Unfortunately right now we don't have time, there is still much to do before the night is over…but be assured," She added with glowing eyes. "That later I will be sure to punish you properly slave." Her voice caused Ishizu to tremble.

The vampire then walked to where the guardian had left her clothes…swiftly she snatches the clothes roughly before tossing the underclothes callously to her slave, keeping hold of the long dress. Then in front of her she grabs the dress part and tears a big chunk of it off.

"You can only wear this! Burn those underclothes and any others, you are lucky I am letting you wear that, and even that is so we don't draw unwanted attention." She threw the ruined dress to her. "Then I want you to collect the rest of those items." She said pointing to the stone where the other 6 millennium items still rest "It would be a shame to leave such valuable treasures behind and I'm sure I will find uses for them later, I want them ready to move within the hour…and if you miss even one…" the eyes of the vampire glow as she revealed her fangs once again "You will graduate from slave to dinner." she then started to walk away from her slave.

"I will see if there is something else here I can use…after all." A smirk upon her face. "I need to be prepared when I return to Duel Academy." She left the fallen guardian get dressed. The dress was still usable but now it would show the full of her legs and thighs. And soon move to where the sacred objects rest. For a moment she stopped, her eyes rest on a necklace and the reflection of her almost if she was trying to tell her something, but the orders of the mistress were absolute and soon each one of the 6 left millennium items were taken out of their resting place once again.

A/N This one is a series tester and each chapter of this series would involve Camula getting a new slave and dominating them in any method that is requested, a poll would be posted after each chapter with available next slaves and I would plan on taking Camula to Duel Academy, and Shadow Creatures and Duel Spirits would also be available for slaves too and I may be able to use the Egyptian past versions too and Camula can have current slaves dominate the new to be slaves if it is requested.

A poll will be posted on whether or not you would like to see this as a series; I'll also accept private messages and reviews.

Chapter Text

Co-Written with Darkness Rissing
Categories: The Simpsons
Characters: Bart Simpson, Lisa Simpson
Cameos: Marge Simpson
Warning Contains: Foot fetish, femdom, blackmail, incest, shoe sniffing, humiliation

Series Tester

A young boy with blonde spiky hair, a slightly pudgy belly attired in a red-orange short-sleeved shirt, blue shorts and white socks, sat upon a brown sofa watching the final moments of his favourite cartoon of a mouse going medieval on a cat.

The sound of the front door opening and closing briefly masking the volume of the end credits, Bart grit his teeth in annoyance as he glanced over his shoulder, the vision of his mother stumbling about the hallway filled his vision. She was of average height, or overly tall if you factored in her blue beehive hairdo. She wore red pearls around her neck with a long green dress, she held four paper bags filled with groceries in her arms, struggling she kicked off her red shoes.

"Oh that's better...I've been on my feet all day." Marge sighed as she continued on her way to the kitchen, leaving her discarded red pumps in the hall.

Bart's gaze followed his mother as she vanished from view, his gaze lingering on the last glimpses of her bare feet, her soles red and glistening with sweat, he felt a low shiver at the base of his spine, his penis shifting to a state between soft and hard, his mouth going dry as his cheeks tinged with a guilty blush.

Slowly he slipped from the couch, his gaze darting to the discarded pumps, his mind filled with thoughts of how strong the scent of his mother's shoes would be after her long day, fresh off her sweaty toes.

He rounded the couch, his heart hammering in his chest as he stepped into the hall, his eyes darting to the side, he could hear his mother humming as she moved about the kitchen, putting groceries away, her bare feet slapping against the tiled floor, partially sticking with each step as cupboard doors opened and closed, paper bags ruffling . He had time…time for a quick sample, a few sniffs couldn't hurt. He could feel his cock straining against his shorts, hardening at just the prospect of smelling the freshly worn shoes, the forbidden nature of them been his mother's only adding to his excitement, his breath ragged, quivering he reach down and nervously picked up the pump that laid on its side.

He slowly brought it closer to his face, his fingers dipping into the opening as he held it, the feeling of the soft, wet, still warm interior of the shoe sent shivers down his spine. Timidly he peered inside the opening, even in the dim light he could make out the vivid footprint of his mother's foot, his cock twitched within his shorts.

He allowed his eyes to close as he pressed the shoe against his face, from the bridge of his nose to the bottom of his mouth was crammed into the shoe, smashing against the sweaty insole, both hearing and feeling the insole squelching beneath his face, he gasped, cock twitching. He audibly sniffed, inhaling deeply, the strong cheesy, vinegary scent of his mother's feet filling his nose, his mind, and his lungs. His eyes rolled back, closing as he savoured the scent, inhaling deeper and deeper while barley releasing a breath, desperate to savour every ounce of the acidic cheesy smell.

He felt his knees shaking, his face going completely red, his heart pounding.


He felt himself partially losing himself to the glorious cheesy scent. He listened to his mother walking about the kitchen, the fridge door opening and closing. He heard her sweaty feet slapping against the floor, oh how he wished he could sample the scent from the source. A slight creak was heard, mixing with the familiar screech of the fridge door.

'They smell so good…' Bart internally sighed, resisting the urge to touch the firm, pulsating rod between his legs, seeming to lurch with every heavenly sniff. He was in his personal paradise, nothing, absolutely nothing could ruin this moment.


Except that. Bart froze as the small familiar giggle pieced his ears. A small childish, condescending, smug girlish giggle.

His eyes slowly opened. The shoe still pressed to his face, his breath caught in his throat.

The blue eyed, blonde, starfish haired girl stood staring at him with a smug expression, almost tauntingly, attired in a short strapless red dress with a zigzag hem, with matching Mary-Jane shoes and a white pearl necklace.

"Hey Bart." He hated that smug tone.

Lisa stepped off the final step, her eyes never leaving her elder brother.

"Does mom know what you're doing?"

Bart flinched.

"Oh? She doesn't? But surely she should know…" Her voice stopped as Bart dropped the pump to the floor, diving to the floor, dropping onto his knees at Lisa's feet, wincing at the slight discomfort of his erection in the tightened shorts.

"No! Please Lis! You can't tell mom…" Bart whispered quickly and harshly, his eyes desperately wide.

"Can't I? Why not?" Lisa challenged smugly, stepping forward, she had to admit there was something oddly enticing about having her big brother at her feet.

"Please! I'll do anything!" Bart pleaded.

"Anything?" Lisa challenged, her smile widening into a large grin, Bart gulped.


"Hehehe, then come with me Bart." Lisa giggled as she turned and began her way back up the stairs she had recently descended, Bart gulped, stumbling back to his feet, stepping up to the base of the stairs, hesitating.

"Baaaart." Lisa called over her shoulder, her smug expression ever present.

Gulping again Bart began to follow his younger sister, his legs shaking with each step he took, barley bracing himself against the banister.

His hearth pounding in his chest. Bart knew deep in his gut that he was in trouble, after all his jokes, every prank he had played on his younger sister, Bart knew that Lisa could outsmart him if she wanted to and probably would have some sort of plan in mind him not that she had discovered his secret.

Step by step he climbed the stairs, each movement bringing him closer and closer, his mind dwelling on what Lisa was thinking, and if there was a way out of what she had planned...but nothing would come to mind, he had no clue of how he could get himself out of this situation without Lisa blabbing to mom.

Lisa glanced over her shoulder to see her brother almost reaching the top of the staircase, her ever present smug smile upon her face, knowing she had her brother exactly where she wanted him.

"Come on Baaaart we don't have all daaaaaay." She called back again, slowing to a stop to allow her not too eager brother to catch up with her.

"Hehehe." Lisa didn't even try to muffle her giggle as Bart shakily stepped off the stairs, approaching his little sister, head bowed, throat dry, legs shaking and breath shallow. He paused when he reached her side, Lisa turned to her to right, briefly glancing up at the coarsely designed sign 'Bart's Room No Girls' her smile growing into a grin as she twisted the doorknob and pushed open the door, barley sparing the contents of the room a glance as she stepped in, toys and comics scattered everywhere as she had expected.

"B-But this…this i-is my room." Bart objected sheepishly.

"So what?" Lisa challenged smugly over her shoulder before proceeding to sit atop her bed.


"So that every time you come here you will remember this moment." Lisa answered.

"Re-remember..." Bart stammered.

"Yes, now I want you to come here and kneel at my feet." Bart gulped, stepping forward. "Crawl."

"What? I'm not gonna…"


"No! No! Don't…I'll crawl! I'll Crawl!" Bart gasped as he dived to the floor, stumbling forward on all fours towards his bed, his cheeks burning a scarlet red.

Lisa extended her foot.

"Stop." Bart froze in place, his face inches from the sole of Lisa's shoe. "Kiss it."


"Go on, kiss it Bart, you know you want to. Hehehe." Lisa giggled, Bart's blush spread across his face, swallowing a lump in his throat, leaning forward, squeezing his eyes shut as he pursed his lips, pressing them against the sole of his sister's shoe and bestowing a chaste kiss upon the sole.

"Hehehe, now take it off foot boy." Lisa wiggled her foot for emphasis.

"Hey…ouch." Bart winced as Lisa cut him off with a light kick to his right cheek.

"No talking back foot boy, now take off my shoe!" Lisa growled.

"Crazy girl…" Bart muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" Lisa challenged as she lifted Bart's chin with the toe of her Mary-Jane. Her smug eyes staring into his as she lifted her own chin up, looking down at him.

"Nothing…" Bart sighed as he slowly set about unbuckling she shoe beneath his chin, trying to keep his eyes on the shoe rather than his sister's expression, aiding in her heel slipping from the shoe with an audible pop, he felt his cock twitch between his legs as he spied the red sole, glistening with sweat from a day at school. He could feel the moisture beneath his fingers as he aided in the release of the youthful, small foot from the confines of the shoe, he felt his cock twitch in his shorts, they were so damp with sweat.

Lisa wiggled her bare toes as they emerged from shoe, relishing in the cool air while wafting her scent in Bart's face, oh how she loved how he shivered from the scent. She retracted her foot from her brother's hands, leaving him with only her shoe, enjoying the slight expression of disappointment on his face.

Bart cradled the shoe against his chest, staring down at the sweaty foot, toes wiggling in his face.

"Go on, smell my shoe, like you did moms." Lisa commanded with a tone of false innocence.

Bart felt a sharp shiver send down his spine at the words of his sister, his heart skipping a beat within his chest. He couldn't help it. And he hated it…yet at the same time he didn't really, he turned his eyes down to the shoe he cradled, the shoe he had never allowed himself to smell in the past on general principle.

"Do it." Lisa egged on.

Slowly Bart rotated the shoe until the back was pressed against his chest and slowly he raised the Mary-Jane to his face, and he buried from his mouth to his nose into it, the warm, damp confined pressed strongly against his face.

He lightly sniffed it.

"Louder, I want to hear you smelling my shoe foot boy hehehe." Lisa giggled.


Bart sniffed as loud and forcefully as he could, the strong, near overpowering scent of corn chips filled his nose and slithered into his mind, his eyes watering as the scent caught the back of his throat and he struggled not to cough.

"Hehehe." There was that giggle again. "You like how my stinky shoes smell foot boy?" Lisa challenged as her brother continued to smell her shoes.

Bart stopped for a moment. The words of his sister reaching his ears, her words about the smell that pleasured his nose. What was he doing?...This was his sister's shoe...this was from her foot…straight off her sweaty feet...he shouldn't like it...or its strong smell, he should be repulsed by it, he should be hating every second of it…


But with each breath he took he couldn't help but shiver in pleasure, his own member twitching inside his shorts, desperately restraiing against them.

"I'm waiting." Lisa pressed. "Or is my shoe so good that you can't even talk?"

Oh how he wanted to wipe that stupid smile off her face, yet he couldn't help but give her the answer she wanted, the truth. He lowered the shoe, ready to give her a satisfactory report, but before he could say anything…he couldn't help it, he immediately brought the shoe back to his face and took another deep breath of the glorious scent.

"Oh that good?" She smirked as Bart lowered shoe again, ready to deny everything; that it wasn't good, that it stunk, that he hated how her stinky shoes smelt. Yet once again his will failed as a frown set upon his face as he struggled to form the words, his gaze lingering on Lisa's shoe…the shoe he had denied himself for so long…he so wanted to wipe that smile off her face but…

"Ugh...Yes! It's good!" He finally sighed. "I like your stinky shoes! Are you happy now?" He spat, immediately slamming the shoe opening against his face and taking another, long, strong, audible sniff.

"Hehehe." Lisa giggled. "Well then why don't take the other off?" She then extended her other leg, presenting her brother with her other shoe. "Come on…it's fresh hehehe, fresh and stinky, nice and sweaty, just for you hehehe." She loved watching Bart squirm in place as she tilted her foot from side to side.

Almost like a cat, Bart´s eyes locked on the shoed foot, following its movements, the red Mary-Jane practically calling for him and he couldn't help but answer. Slowly he carefully placed the first shoe down on the floor before lurching forward and grabbed hold of Lisa's ankle, nearly tearing the shoe from her foot, causing Lisa to laugh at the image of her brother so desperate to smell her worn shoes, when he finally slipped it from her little foot he held it like a treasure in front of his face, eager to have another sample of Lisa's scent.

"Wait." Lisa stated, Bart paused, his heart skipping a beat. "I don't think you are been honest." An expression of confusion set upon Bart's face. "This time I want you to lick it clean."

Bart´s eyes widened, his body trembling.


"If you like the smell so much, you must be dying to taste them?" She began with a smile. "Go on then, taste my stinky shoes; you know you want to, clean the insides of my stinky shoes hehehe."

Bart's jaw dropped, feeling his mouth go dry as his eyes slowly dropped to the opening of the shoe.

Part of him was still screaming at him not to do it, to throw the shoe in her face and kick her out of his room, the sweaty imprint of Lisa's foot within it, the slight heat emitting from it, however, was telling him to surrender, to give in and enjoy every inch of Lisa's stinky shoes...after all she was basically giving him what he wanted so...why not take advantage of it?

Slowly he moved his mouth to the opening. His heart hammering in his chest as the familiar corn chip scent entered his nostrils. Once he reached the opening his lips slowly parted allowing his tongue to slither out and graze the warm surface of the tip of the opening, tracing it in a circular motion all the way round. Bart´s eyes widened as a salty corn chip taste invaded his mouth, quickly filling with his hungry saliva.

He paused for a moment as his tongue lightly slid in along the inside of the heel, not knowing what to do exactly before deciding to attack the insole itself with all the strength of his hot wet tongue.

His wet tongue travelling fast, lapping up the insole, slurping up a mixture of his own saliva and his sister's foot sweat, like it were a popsicle, drinking in the glorious salty corn chip taste. Pressing his lips against the insole, he proceeded to suck, slurping and sucking up the sweat, rewarding himself by light patches fuzz sneaking into his mouth and sticking to his tongue, not that he cared as he continued to savour the strong corn chip taste, groaning, moaning in pleasure.

Lisa frowned as she heard her brother's moans and groans...he was supposed to be super humiliated by doing this...but he was really loving this…maybe it was the taste of her shoes?...Perhaps it was time she took things up a notch.

"Okay that's enough." Lisa declared and with a light kick, sending her shoe flaying from her brother´s hands.

"Hey!…" Bart complained, only to be silenced as he suddenly found Lisa´s foot only inches away from his face, Lisa flexed her toes tauntingly as she allowed them to glide closer and closer to her brother's reddening face, until her second and middle toes poked inside of his nostrils.

"Now, now…there's no reason to complain foot boy heheheh." She giggled, retracting her foot a few inches and beginning to rotate it, her toes clenched as she made small circles in the air.

"You've had your fun with my shoes so I think it's only fair that I get some too." As she continued to rotate her foot, occasionally wiggling her toes before scrunching them again and again, wafting her scent towards her big brother, Bart´s eyes nearly rolled back inside his head, the smell from the shoes was tame in comparison to the source. Even inches away he could smell the salty corn chip scent.

"I've been walking all day at school, we even had gym today and I'd forgotten my shoes and socks, so I had to wear these my normal shoes without socks, oh god my feet got so sweat I could feel puddles forming between my toes, they felt they were burning and they still ache…" Her foot glided forward, tipping down, heading towards his open mouth. "So why don't you make my feet feel all better?" And with those final words she pushed her toes into Bart's mouth waiting mouth.

The moment the strong, bitter taste invaded Bart's mouth his breath caught in his throat, leaning back slightly, he felt his cock pulsate wildly, an intense pressure building quickly down below as he felt a hot liquid erupt from his cock, staining his shorts through his underwear, his cheeks burning with embarrassment, unsure what had happen, he leaned forward to hide the stain from his sister, it was bad enough she had him at her feet, but if she say him peeing his pants his life was over. He could already feel his cock twitching again, why did he enjoy the thought of Lisa seeing the stain?

He pushed the disturbing thoughts to the back of his mind when he felt the tasty, hot, wet toes wiggle in his mouth, he clamped his lips over then and proceeded to suck and lick them, his tongue sliding between each of Lisa's toes, rescuing the toejam and grime hidden there along with the sweat, drinking it down, his mouth watering round the toes.

"Yeah…ooh like do you feel now eh?" Lisa challenged. "How does it feel having my sweaty, stinky toes in your mouth?" She pulled out her foot to allow him to answer but he grab her ankle and proceeded to wrap his lips around the arch of her sole, sucking at it, slurping up the sweat, before dragging his tongue up to the base of her toes and taking them back into his mouth once again.

"Hahaha what? Don't tell me you like it?" His tongue flicked out, tasting, caressing and massaging the upper part of her sole. Lisa hated to admit but it actually felt rather good on her sore foot…without realising it Lisa started to relax as her brother continued to lick her toes, small spark of electricity coursing up her leg to her neither region. "You like to…umm…to feel…ummm…" Suddenly her words failed her as the pleasure she felt started to grow, slowly, from the sensation of his tongue lapping at her feet.

"It feel…it feel?...umm…ahhhh…" Bart´s other hand snapped out and seized her other foot, his thumb kneading the arches of her sole. "Ummm it actually…ummm…feels….ummm…kinda …ahhh…nice…" Lisa groaned.

Slowly Lisa let herself fall into a state of bliss as her brother continued to serve her feet. He changed foot, taking hold of her still sweaty foot and pressing it against his face, allowing his tongue to record her warm sole as his other hand massage the other, now wet with his saliva. The sudden contact with his warm, wet appendage enticing further moans from Lisa as she began to fall back, laying on his bed, her hands spreading out to the side.

"Ummm…" She moaned in bliss as Bart pressed his lips against her hot, moist sole and began to suck on her sole. Her right hand slowly moving under his pillow as she felt the tension in her limbs leaving her and she began to relax, she would need to do this again sometime.

As her brother dragged her sole against his face, his tongue extended and gliding up her sole until her toes pressed against his lips and his tongue was able to slide between her toes, Lisa felt her hands brush something soft.

Bart took her foot into his mouth, sucking her toes, groaning at the salty corn chip flavour, moaning as he drank her toe sweat. She turned her head to the right, her gaze focused on the base of the pillow as she pulled her hand back out, holding the soft object he had felt, bringing the object close to her face.

Bart pulls the now soaked toes from his mouth and pressed his nose against it, shivering as he felt the salty sole against his nose and face, the divine scent filling his nose.

Her eyes snapped wide open in surprise as she stared at a pair of white frilly socks….a pair of socks she recognized all too well, a pair of her socks, a pair she had lost three days ago. Anger and rage flooded her system.

"Bart!" Lisa spat, her voice rising in anger as she deliver a strong kick to Bart's chin, sending him flying onto his back with a grunt of pain.

"Ow…hey what's your problem?" He retorted, rubbing his chin and neck.

"Care to explain why you have my socks?" she asked, gritting her teeth as she leaned forward aggressively.

"I…well…those…well…I don't…well…" He tried to explain, suddenly feeling trapped, even more so than he had before.

"You stole them!" She spat "You stole my socks…to smell them like mom's shoes?" Her eyes flickered to the wet patch on his shorts.

"I can't believe it!" Bart looked down, to see what she was looking at, quickly he closed his legs to try and hide the stain.

"I knew you could be disgusting…but not like this…peeing yourself ugh!" She let her socks fall to the floor as she slipped back on the bed, her expression of anger now completely one of disgust. "What is wrong with you?" She ask suddenly looking around.

"Are there more of my socks here?...or even mom's?...What about shoes?" Her eyes fell on her brother who seemed to be trying to not to look at her, his eyes fixated on the carpeted flooring of his room. "How could you steal my socks! Does mom know?...Bet she doesn't…I should go and tell her and let her know what you are doing, stealing socks, smelling her shoes….seriously why do you do this?...Why?...Why?!…WHY?!"

"I don't know!" Her Brother exploded. "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know." He stood up, glaring directly at Lisa.

"I just like it…I don't know why I like it, but it just…feels good…feels right, the smell, the taste, the sensation it causes me…it just feels good." He took a breath. "And don't you think I know it's disgusting?" He continued, his voice breaking as tears welled in his eyes.

"The idea of liking sweaty shoes, and smelling them…of liking my dork sister's stinky shoes? ...I don't even believe it myself, and don't even get me started on feet…" Tears sliding down his cheek.

"I can't help but feel attracted to them…something about them…it's like they call to me and I try to keep those feelings under control and hidden…until now…" sighing with a tone of defeat, his shoulders slumping.

"But it's not like you care…little miss perfect Lisa…not having to worry about such things…not worry about been a freak…" He stumbled backwards. "A word from you and not only mom but I'm sure everyone will know about it…so why don't you make things simple and do it already? Tears dripped from his chin to the floor, but he continued to ignore them.

"W-What?" Lisa gasped, anger fading from her eyes as her jaw dropped.

"You heard me…go ahead and tell mom!" He said as he pointed to his door. "That's what you were always going to do anyways!"

"You think that I….?"

"Yeah why not, that's why you always do, don't you?…Anyway you think I'm disgusting, and maybe I am…" His hands balled into fists at his side. "So go and finish it already!"

Lisa felt like she had just been kicked repeatedly in the gut…did he really think that of her and himself? She looked at her still crying brother. This was not what she had planned, sure she wanted to get some revenge and humiliate him a bit, but she never thought she would hurt him and she had never even considered telling mom. And sure what he liked may be a bit weird…well more than a bit but that didn't make him a freak…a freak, she has heard that word a lot from the other kids at school when they talked about her and it didn't feel good.

She looked down at her wet feet, glistening in a mixture of Bart's saliva and her sweat, in all honesty it may be a bit weird, she couldn't quite see why he liked smelling and licking feet…but when one is the one on the receiving end of the treatment….it actually felt good…really good even.

Sliding off of the bed, rising to her feet she walked over to her brother, tears glistening in her eyes and in a surprise movement…she hugged him.

Bart raises his head in surprise. "W-What are you…?"

"I'm sorry…I'm really sorry…" She gasped out, tears sliding down her cheek as she pulled Bart close to her.

"Wait what?...You're sorry?" He looked into her eyes, an expression of confusion upon his face. "If this is another trick…"

"It's not!" She screamed, pulling him closer and more forceful. "It's not." Her tears falling onto his shirt. "I never wanted to hurt you…I was just angry after your bubble gum prank the other day and wanted to get even…and then finding my sock…I never wanted to actually make you feel like trash or like like…."

"A freak?" He finished and she moved back, meeting his gaze.

"Don't say that word…" She whispered, sniffing. "You are not a hear me?...I don't want you to use that word ever again…never again…"

"But but you said…"

"Forget what I said…" She said letting her tears flow freely. "I know that word all too well and it never should be uttered to anyone." She met his gaze. "And to be honest…it may be a bit weird, but it's not that bad…" She blushed. "I actually thought…that…it felt good…" she played with her foot on the floor. "You are really good at it actually."

Bart let out a nervous laugh. "Haha…well thanks...I think…" Seeing his sister also have tears in her eyes he couldn't help but pull her into an embrace of his own. "And your feet actually taste really good too…"

"Hehehe really?" She giggled.

"Yeah…" He admitted with rosy cheeks "I have to admit…I've wanted to taste your feet and smell your shoes for so long but I never let myself… I guess I just couldn't resist when I saw your socks just lying there…"

"Bart!" She mock hit him on the arm, her cheeks burning red. "I'm sorry I took things too far…and don't worry I won't tell mom about this…"

"And I…I am…sorry….about that..ummm prank." Both brother and sister falling into silence for a moment.

"Umm would you like to…ummm continue?" Bart looked at her in surprise, his blush spreading. "Well now I feel I owe it to you…and...well…I really liked it…" gulping at the idea, Bart nodded and Lisa walked back to the bed, reseating herself upon it. "Could you please close the door?"

He closed the door, feeling his pants growing tight again as his cock began to lift. "Ummm maybe you should change first though…" She said pointing to his wet shorts. "I may like this and what you do to my feet but…I'm not really comfortable with that."

Feeling a bit embarrassed Bart walked awkwardly to his nightstand and took his pyjama shorts out.

"Umm could you please turn around?" He asked blushing.

Blushing also Lisa looked down to the floor, staring at her own feet. While listening to Bat taking off his shorts and…underpants, her eyes returned to her socks. "Umm Bart?"

"Yeah?" He asked, pausing in putting his pants on.

"Do you have anything else…aside from my socks?" She asked nervously.

"Umm…well…" He heisted, taken a deep breath. "Yours not really…but look under the bed.

Curious Lisa turns to the other side, falling forward and resting on her stomach she peered under the bed. She found a small cardboard shoebox, she stretched out and took hold of the box, sliding it out and lifting it back onto the bed, turning back towards Bart, quickly averting her eyes after catching site of Bart, shorts half way up his legs, his semi-erect cock in full view, blushing from head to toe she focused on the box, even moving to lie back down on her front, moving the box in front of her. Opening the shoebox an expression of surprise set upon her face as she found pair of used black nylons and a…lot of pictures.

"Are these mom's?" She asked as she lifted the nylons by a corner with her thumb and forefinger, her arm fully extended back behind her for her brother to see them.

"Yeah…I took them…yesterday…" he admitted as he pulled up his shorts and turning to look towards his sister, still blushing, cock still hardening. A lump formed in his throat. Lisa's feet were both in the air, her knees bent as she lightly kicked the air with slight movements, flashing him her sole, the small soles almost shining with his saliva and sweat, her dress lifting a bit allowing him glimpse of her white panties.

"And what about these pictures?" She asked as she flicked through them, noting a picture of her feet. There were so many pictures, each taken from different angles, some awkward while others were almost artistic, some even had a full body on them, allowing her to recognize her mom, her aunts, and even miss Krabappel though that one was from the back with her arched of her desk, others only showed feet but she could see they were taken in the school, communal pool, and even in other homes and out on the street.

"Just pictures of feet I managed to get…" He answered as he approached the distracted Lisa "I told you…I can't help it…I just like them…I couldn't resist…"

"Whoa…you really like feet don't you…ahhhhh" She screamed in surprise when Bart grabbed her right ankle, pulling it back to him and kissing her sole. "BART!"

"Hehehe sorry Lis." Bart chuckled before taking her big toe into his mouth, proceeding to suck it as his tongue began to encircle it, licking it; he let it out of his mouth a resounding pop. "But yeah I like them…and I…umm really like yours…" Both siblings blushed and Bart proceeded to go back to licking his sister's sole.

Lisa squirmed at feeling of her brother´s warm moist tongue as it was dragged over her foot, letting out small moans as he began to suck certain parts with great care. "Ummm Bart…ummm wait I umm…" She could feel herself losing herself to the incredible feeling and more when he switched to her left foot, sliding his tongue between her sweaty toes.

"Ummmmm ahhhh." Lisa moaned before lashing out with her free foot, surprising Bart as it slammed against his chest, pushing back and causing him to stumble and fall to the floor with a resounding thud.

"Ouch Lisa!…What gives!?" His words were silenced as his sister sat up and extended her leg, allowing her foot to glide over his face.

"I think you forget your position…foot boy." She said on a playful, near seductive tone.

Bart looked up at her, his eyes widening, his cock rising to a full erection within his shorts, his lips going dry.

"Oh I'm sorry great Lisa." He replied with a dramatic tone. "Please allow me to taste your glorious foot."

Lisa giggled. "Very well foot boy…enjoy." And with that she pressed her foot firmly against Bart´s face, a shiver slithering up her spine at the feeling of Bart's face beneath her sole, she would need to do this again.

Bart didn't waste a second and inhaled deeply. The smell was a tad dampened from his previous licks, but the salty corn chip scent was still overpowering, bringing new levels of pleasure to the young boy.

"Come on foot boy… Get on with it." Lisa instructed her tone a mixture of anxiety and excitement.

"As you command Milady." Replied Bart as he latched his mouth on her heel, sucking eagerly, groaning at the taste of her sweaty heel, sucking at it like a hungry infant.

"Oh…yeah that's right…ummm…" Lisa moaned, loving the sensation of having her brother's mouth on her, and she had to admit the concept of her brother worshiping her foot so hungrily was beyond enticing, there wasn't a doubt in her mind that they would be doing this again. "Just like tha… ahhhh…" Bart began to encircle her heel with his tongue taking her by surprise, before releasing the heel and tracing a new trail up her sole, stopping at the centre of her sole. "Ummmm…oh…yes that's good…ummmm."

At the same time the toes of her other foot, wiggled in excitement. But in her bliss she accidently allowed her leg to slip further down and closer to her brothers pulsating crotch without realising it, until her toes brushed the clothed tip, Bart shivered and twitched as pleasure coursed through him.

"W-What?…Bart why is that?" her mind seemed to shutdown, she knew her foot was currently resting on her brother private part, but she didn't understand why it was like that…"It's really hard…" She said, applying a bit more pressure, eliciting a groan from Bart. "Does this hurt?" she asked with concern.

"N-No, not really." He answered between breaths. "It gets like this every time I smell shoes or look at the pictures…or see feet…I think it means feet are near." He groaned again as Lisa caressed his cock through his shorts, testing the firmness. "It feels..ahhh…good..ohhh but I..ohhh Lisa I think…if you keep doing that…I'll gah…pee myself."

"Oh…sorry." Lisa replied, moving her foot away allowing, her brother to stand. Her eyes fixated on her brother's erect penis.

"Err…it's okay…maybe you could…do that again…sometime…as long as I…you know…" Bart mumbled, averting his gaze.

Lisa smile and was going to answer when suddenly a beeping sound filled the air. Reaching for her wrist Lisa squeezed the sides of her watch, pressing down on a button, silencing the alarm.

"Oh god it's that late?" She gasped with a tone of panic. "Dinner will be ready soon and I haven't done my homework yet…"

"Only you could have an alarm for that." Bart chuckled.

"Maybe, but I better plan this better, for next time we do this." She replied, sliding off of the bed

"Next time?" Bart gasped in both surprise and excitement.

"Yeah next time…I…ummm I really liked doing this, so I was…hopping we could do it again."

Bart went beat red at the idea, his cock twitching, at the thought of having his sister's feet again and soon. "Yeah!...I mean…sure I wouldn't have a problem."

"Great." Lisa replied happily, bending down to collect her shoes, she paused a moment before passing them to her brother. "Here." Bart took the shoes from her with a confused expression.


"I still want them back." She said, grabbing her socks. "But I would prefer having them clean and fresh and you seem to be able to do that easily and I am willing to wager you are definitely willing." She slipped on the socks. "Actually this socks feel quite clean, so maybe you would like to clean my others too when I need it?"

Bart was almost drooling at the idea and nodded his head eagerly.

"Tell you what, you can smell my shoes and socks whenever you want, as long as you lick them clean my shoes and socks of the day, every day." Lisa continued with a warm smile on her face.

Lisa walked towards the door, coming to a stop as she reached it, and turning round to look at her brother with a playful smile. "Actually why don't you come with me?" Bart looked towards her.

"I need some way to relax while I do my homework…so interested in helping me?" She asked, striking a pose, extending her leg to show off her socked foot to him.

Bart looked at the foot hungrily; wrapped in the sock he'd buried his face in last night, falling asleep to that glorious scent. "This will be the first time that I would be happy to help you with homework." Lisa smiled back at him.

Bart looked at the foot almost hungrily "this will be the first time i will happy on helping you with homework" making her sister smile back.

Soon the two of them had walked to Lisa´s room. Once there, Lisa instructed to Bart lay down under her desk, which he did without question, with great eagerness.

Lisa sat at her desk, resting her feet atop Bart, one atop his nose, the other his lower stomach. "Ummm actually…I just got these socks back and it would be a shame to get them all wet." She looked down at her brother with a smug smile. "Could you keep them dry foot boy?"

Bart smile "As you wish." and with slow movements Lisa lifted each foot from her brother and peeled the white material off her feet, taking her time to enjoy just how eager her brother was and how easy he was to tease.

Finally she pulled them off and dropped them onto her brother, one landing over his forehead while the other covered his eyes. She couldn't help but giggle at how they had landed and how Bart just laid there.

"There that's better." She sighed, replacing her feet on her new footstool, placing one foot over his mouth and other over directly on his hard cock, loving how Bart jumped at the touch. Immediately she opened her notebook, and she could already feel Bart's tongue working away, again on her sole. At the same time she could feel his member beneath her toes, still really hard.

"Umm this still feels a bit weird…" She said as she worked the problems as her foot caressed her foot boy's hard member. "Hard and throbbing...ummm…" Feeling a bit curious she moved her foot a bit higher to the waistband of Bart's pants. "This may feel a bit weird." Bart stopped for a moment before whispering a, "Go ahead" and resuming his licking.

Slowly Lisa slid her foot into his pyjama shorts, not stopping until her dainty toes poked his throbbing member.

"Ummm it's a bit warm…hot even…and wet…" She muttered as she accidentally snagged his cock between her toes, causing Bart to groan again and even thrust his hips. "Ummm…it's getting harder too…" She added as Bart's moans and groans increased.

Suddenly there was a knock on her door causing her to stop just in time for her mother's head peak inside.

"Lisa dinner's ready"

The girl turn back from her desk. Her cheeks flushed. "Ok mom, I'll be down in a minute"

"Okay sweetie...oh, and can you tell your brother if you see him…I can't find him anywhere…maybe he's with Milhouse…" Marge murmured to herself.

"I'm sure he is close by, but I will tell him if I see him." She smiled, Marge closed the door and headed back downstairs, "Although…" Lisa looked down at her footstool. "He may not be hungry too hungry."

"Oh I will be hungry…but not for mom´s cooking." He said with a grin as he handed her socks back, giving her toes another lick as his cock twitched between her toes.

"Maybe after dinner we can continue." She said, slipping her socks back on, smirking at her brothers groans as he lost her feet, though she did place each one back on his chest as they were socked. "I still have homework to do, and if you'll be my foot boy while I do mine I'll do yours too." She continued with a smile.

And once each were ready, and Bart's erection had finally subsided the siblings headed down to dinner with big grins on their faces. Lisa making a mental note to look the reason for Bart's penis been so hard, just in case it was something serious, she was sure he wouldn't mind, not that he'd notice with her feet in his face.

A/N This is a series tester and if it takes off each chapter Bart will get another pair of feet of worship, the owner of each feet tackling the situation in different ways, be they as experienced as say a teacher or as innocent as little Lisa. A poll will eventually go up, but if interested in reading more please review.

Chapter Text

Co-Written with Darkness Rissing
Categories: Danny Phantom
Characters: Maddie Fenton, Danny Fenton
Cameos: Jazz Fenton
Warning Contains: Foot fetish, femdom, incest, shrinking, giantess

A tall woman with shoulder-length auburn hair, deep red lipstick and violet eyes, attired in blue rubber jumpsuit, black rubber gloves and black rubber boots, the hood of her suit down, by the name of Madelyn Fenton stood at the entrance to her lab, she grit her teeth.

"Daniel James Fenton! Get your ass down here! Right now!" She shouted, turning her head to the stairs.

The 14 years old jump in fright as he hears his mother scream coming from their basement.

"Oh what?" He wonders nervously as he walked down the stairs, the dark haired, blue eyed teen wearing a white t-shirt with a thin red collar, red cuffs, and a red circle in the middle, light blue jeans, and red-and-white sneakers. Danny headed towards the entrance of the lab to find his mother, a harsh scowl upon her face.

"Care to explain this young man?" She snapped, pointing to the lab accusingly.

The entire place was akin to a war zone. Blobs of ectoplasmic goo cover each inch of the place, lab equipment was scattered on the examination tables and counters, papers, diagrams and trash cover the floor, the trashcan itself on its side, leaking putrid goo wit flies flying over it, with those that ate the trash, falling still and suddenly a green coloured ones would float out of it, weapons were out of place, even track marks on the ceiling of all places

"I thought you were asked to clean the lab?" She spat in anger.

"I…well I…" He tried to answer feeling nervous under his mother's gaze; he rubbed the back of his neck. "Well I was going to…but something…err…came up…" He answered weakly.

"Oh…like last week when you couldn't take out the trash because 'something came up'? ...Or this weekend when you couldn't go to the store because 'something came up'? Or this morning when you couldn't clean your room because 'something came up'?" She asked getting angrier with each question, using air quotes during each quotation of his usual excuse.

He fell silent knowing that each one of those times a ghost had come out and started attacking and he had to deal with it.

"Nothing to say?" Her tone was getting harsher.

"I-I'll clean it! Right now!" Danny gasped, eyes widening, he jumped to the bottom of the stairs and hurriedly began picking up scrunched up pieces of paper, picking up the garbage can and dumping the balls inside.

Maddie stepped down into the lab, turning to a locked steel cabinet she took off the key from around her neck, small and silver, handing on a black string that Maddie never removed from her person except to use it. Danny looked over his shoulder, paling considerably as he watched his mother slide the key into the lock.

"No! Mom! I'm cleaning! I'm cleaning!" Dann cried.

"I'm sorry Danny but you need to learn your lesson, you have responsibilities and you can't shirk them off to hang out with your friends." Maddie sighed as she took out a small silver gun with green ovals around the muzzle of the gun, a green flame design on the side with a dark green F within it.

The Fenton Crammer. One of the early models of Maddie's design, it had the unfortunate side effect of effecting people. Humans. As well as the ectoplasmic scum it was designed for. She and Jack had been working on it since but they still hadn't had much luck with making the device separate ectoplasm from organic matter. But that wasn't the point here; Maddie had found a while ago that the device, even if originally thought to be failure, had a surprisingly effective use, as a device to punish her children. She never went too far, at first she'd only shrink them for a short period of time, run a scan for scientific purposes, painless. She found little to help her but she did learn it made the shrunken subject stronger, condensing the molecules to shrink them but they retained their full size resistance – a few tests on inanimate objects confirmed this – and soon her punishments got more severe, depending on the 'crime' though now the standard was a few hours in her shoes with her feet. Jazz quickly learned to behave and so would Danny.

She pointed the device at Danny.

"Mom! No!" She squeezed the trigger and a transparent green beam released from the nozzle, covering the teen. Maddie's face remained hard as her son began to slowly shrink before her. He reached waist height. Knee height. Ankle height. She didn't stop until he was but a few inches of height, she released the trigger. Leaving her tiny son, standing on the floor surrounded by garbage, staring up at her terrified she forgot how cute they looked when she shrank them. No, she had to remain resolved in this; she couldn't give them an inch, no matter how cute they were. She stepped forward, Danny stepped back fearfully.

"Stay right there young man or I'll double your punishment time." Maddie threatened. It did the trick, Danny froze in place. "Good boy." She acknowledged, she stepped forward, crossing the distance between them in a single stride. Danny's heart skipped a beat as he stared at his mother's giant boot, she could squash him like a bug and he couldn't do anything. He had felt his powers vanish the second he began to shrink…no it was more like them been locked…he could feel them there…he was…just…just too weak to access them and even if he could he wouldn't be able to use them.

Maddie raised her right heel before pressing down on it with the toes of her other foot, bracing herself against the counter, she slowly slide her boot off of her foot, lifting if off the floor as her heel emerged with an audible pop, flushed red, the boot dropped to the floor, revealing Maddie's giant foot, her toes painted a light blue, her foot coated in sweat and possessing a sheen to it.

Danny paled. Already the pungent acidic vinegary stench assaulted his nose, even been several feet above him at his size.

Maddie kept her foot elevated and reached a hand under the counter, causing her foot to lift further from her son, much to Danny's relief though still the stench bothered him; the foot had to be sixty feet above him by now. Maddie retrieved a pair of white, fluffy slippers. She dropped one to the floor; it landed a tad too close to Danny causing the poor boy to fall on his backside from the vibrations of the truck sized slipper. His mother cracked a half smile at his fall but it quickly vanished.

She reached down again; Danny pushed himself back along the floor, not even making an inch as Maddie's slender fingers entangled round him. To Danny like powerful trees come to life, her thumb like an oak as it pressed down against the fingers that curled round him, her teal nails glinting in the lab light and slowly Danny was effortlessly lifted from the ground. It struck him like it did every time his mother picked him up like this just how powerful this woman was.

He struggled against her grasp but she didn't even notice. In her other hand the enclosed white fuzzy slipper was pointed down. Her other hand glided over to the opening of the slipper, the vinegary stench strong, burning Danny's nose. As her hand turned the boy was forced to look inside the slipper, he paled further as he saw the familiar imprint of his mother's powerful. She wore these slippers every night…she'd had them for three years, the only thing worse would be her boots. Her fingers opened.

"Ahhhh!" Danny screamed as he fell onto the insole of the slipper.

"Oomph." He grunted. He looked up at his mother, her expression soft as she tilted the slipper further down, he could feel the force of gravity taking hold of him; he gripped the fabric of the slipper, like thick, white, soft, cool and damp grass. His legs swung round, dangling helplessly towards the toe of the slipper.

"Now, now Danny, take your punishment like a big boy." Maddie chastised lightly in a voice akin to a sing song. She truly couldn't believe how adorable her teenage son was.

Danny grit his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. He lost his grip and fell into the toe section of the slipper, falling multiple feet.

"Oomph." He gasped, wincing as the vinegary stench surrounded him, he held his nose with both fists but still the putrid stench tormented him, his eyes watering, hairs standing on end, he looked down, he nearly retched when he found himself sitting in the middle toe imprint.

"Agg…mom!" Danny cried, coughing repeatedly at the acidic stench filling his nose "Please!" He gasped.

Suddenly the whole slipper began to tremble as Maddie bent down, lowering the slipper rather quickly, allowing it to drop the last few inches, causing Danny to bounce around the inside of the slipper, landing face down in her imprint.

"Ugh…what the….?" He moaned as he tried to push himself up from the stain, shivering in disgust as he felt the squelch beneath his hands against the sweaty fabric, he could even feel it all over the side of his face. "So gross…" He groaned, turning a little green as he stumbled back from the stain, leaning against the tip of the slipper, he gave his shirt a light sniff, recoiling almost immediately at the putrid stench that had been absorbed by it, the once white colour now a dark grey, he doubted the horrid smell would ever come out. "And it stinks!" He cried.

"Well Danny…." He suddenly heard the booming, powerful voice of his mother shaking his world. "I hope you are ready because here I come."

"What?…No!" He screamed as suddenly the opening of the slipper darkened as a group of blue painted, boulder sized toes appear and began to crawl inside the slipper. "Oh God!" He tried to retreat only to press himself further into the toe section of the slipper, the fuzzy wall squelching behind him, he shivered in disgust.

The toes slowly crawled towards him. Closer and closer, by the time the mighty toes reached the half way point all outside light was blocked out, plunging Danny into darkness. He could see nothing. But he could hear. He could hear the toes scrunching as they moved closer, the slipper shaking as the vinegary stench got stronger, his foot slipped out beneath him as the ground suddenly pulled towards the approaching toes, he felt the wet slimy toes crash down on his legs.

He tried to move them but couldn't, another scrunch and his mother's toes slammed into his torso, pinning him against the toe of her slipper, his legs pinned beneath the sweaty, overpowering digits.

Outside the slipper Maddie admired her slipper, tilting her ankle from side to side.

"Comfortable Danny?" She asked; kicking the floor with the tip.

"Agh." The teen cried out after receiving the hit, the sweaty boulders now buried in his torso, he couldn't move and inch now, his mother's big toe pressed firmly against him, her blue toenail nearly touching his face.

"Ahh! Seriously!" He cried, struggling against the toe, his efforts in vain.

"Hehehe, come on Danny settle down like a good boy." Maddie giggled feeling a light, miniscule pressure, from her son's attempted movements. She wiggled her toes, causing Danny to slip and slide from his current position and end up between her second and bit toe toes, trapping him in the hot spot of her foot stench.

"Gah mom..I know you are always busy…but you could at least buy a new pair of slippers." He coughed repeatedly, his eyes watering, he could taste the vinegary stench. He knew his mother couldn't hear him, her foot sweat had already leaked through his clothes, his lower torso and legs were soaked in his mother's putrid foot sweat.

Outside, Maddie slipped on her other slipper, briefly glancing over the warzone of a lab. "Well with all…this, I don't think I'll be able to work today." She sighed, flexing out her aching arms, stretching her legs in place, squeezing her son briefly.

"I think I better take advantage of this and take a day off from ghost hunting for once...maybe I'll do some reading maybe even finish that book your father bought me the other day." And with that she headed out of the lab.

Inside her slipper, Danny was in hell, his world was shaking, he felt his prison fly into the air and crash back down onto the ground with each of his mother's steps, he could even feel the entrance of the slipper separate from the giant vinegary sole with each step, the heel slamming back down again and again, the sole even lightly lifting off his lower body before pressing back down on him, squishing him partially with every step she took. His body bouncing as much as it could with every step, every few steps a droplet of foot sweat the size of Danny's head would fall loose from between Maddie's toes, crashing down on his face.

His face soaked, hair matting against his forehead, eyes and nose lightly stinging from the salty moisture, he retched, throwing up at the taste only to be forced to swallow his vomit as he remained pinned on his back.

Each step causing the teen to be shower by his mother's toe sweat, he could almost feel himself growing gills from the salty liquid. Maddie finally made it out of the basement and heading into the living room.

Maddie headed straight to her arm chair by the lit fireplace. She sat in the green chair, picking up the thick green blanket from the arm of her chair and draping it over her legs, she crossed her legs, smirking as she pinned her shrunken son with her toes, even squeezing him between them, she reached up and took her book from the mantel above the fire place, a thick book with a purple cover, she leaned back in her chair relaxing.

"Now where was I?" She mused aloud, as she began to play with her foot, rubbing the tip on the floor, remaining crossed.

"Ahhh!" Danny complained as his upper body was squeezed between his mother´s toes, the toe flesh even rubbing against him, as if grinding the vinegary sweat into his clothes and body.

"Ah here." She said as she opened her book to the bookmarked page, she was only half way, meaning her son was in for one hell of a time, she smiled at the thought, by the end he should definitely have learned his lesson and do his chores when asked from now on and stop shirking his responsibilities.

"Legends and Artefacts of the Ghost Zone by Frederich Isak Showenhower" She iterated the title aloud.

"You must be kidding." Danny deadpanned as heard his mother's booming voice like a goddess, still grime and toe sweat falling into his mouth.

"I have to admit this is a really intriguing fantasy book." She said, scrunching her toes, and moving her feet closer to the roaring fire, relaxing in the warm glow. "I mean a gauntlet capable of changing, warping and controlling reality? A map capable of finding portals to other dimensions and times? What an imaginative author." She praised before beginning to read silently, enjoying feeling her slippers grow hotter and her feet sweatier, she loved to feel her toes all sweaty.

With every minute that passed Danny felt the slipper grow hotter and hotter, Danny quickly found himself soaked in sweat, with only a small portion been his own sweat. The great majority been his mother's putrid foot sweat, which thanks to the 'comfy' material of the slipper the heat from the fire was quickly absorbed and collected within the slipper, causing Maddie's foot to sweat even faster as the air became hotter, thicker and more humid. It became very apparent to the shrunken teen that every breath he took was less oxygen and more foot odour.

Maddie hummed happily as she felt the inside of her slipper grow warmer, adding to her comfort while making her foot sweatier to punish her disobedient son, the presence of her son almost seemed to bring comfort, acting as a small cushion for her foot, and he felt nice between her toes, there was a reason she tended to put her children in her shoes when shrinking them, her feet stunk enough to punish them and it felt rather pleasant.

Almost by instinct she start flexing she scrunched her toes, lightly squeezing her son between them, releasing them only to scrunch them again as if he was some kind of toe toy, repeatedly squeezing him.

Inside the slipper Danny felt the toes of his mother closing on him, rubbing over him, scrunching around him, lightly squishing him while wiping the sweat, grime and toe jam over his face.

Maddie drummed her toes happily over the tiny form of her son, enjoying the sensation of her hot, wet foot around him, enclosing on him, it felt so nice when he squirmed a little between her toes.

Suddenly the door opened, drawing Maddie's attention, she relaxed once she saw her daughter enter the room.

"Man it's cold out there…" She shivered taking off her black snow boots and red scarf. Jasmine 'Jazz' Fenton was a tall teenaged girl with similar facial features to her mother, even possessing her auburn hair only hers reached down to her hips, her eyes were an aqua blue, she wore a blue headband a matching winter coat with white faux fur decorating the hood and cuffs, and was barefoot. "Good thing you have that fire going mom." She continued as she nodded to the outside, currently covered in several inches of snow.

"Yeah sweetie, I have to admit I am really enjoying the warmth of the fire." Maddie giggled as she shook both her feet excitedly.

"Yeah." Jazz laughed, having a brief glance round the room, she frowned. "Oh…by the way, is Danny around? I think Sam and Tucker have been trying to call him but haven't been able to get an answer."

"Unfortunately, he won't be calling anyone anytime soon." Maddie said with tone of annoyance. "Once again Danny has been avoiding his responsibilities and not doing his chores, I was this forced to punish him." Maddie explained, lifting the slipper that contained her son at the end and craning her foot for emphasis, even scrunching her toes.

Jazz quickly realised what had happened and felt a deep sense of sympathy for her little, now very little, brother.

"You shrank him didn't you?"

Her mother simply nodded. "I told Danny that he was getting sloppy with his chores, I warned him...but no, he wouldn't listen."

Jazz swallowed, she desperately wanted to tell her mother that this wasn't a good punishment and would negatively affect Danny psychologically, she should know having gone through this first, she still had nightmares starring her mother and her stinky feet…and sometimes…other areas…she dared not say anything and simply nodded and headed off to her room, sending a mental apology to her brother and a look of sympathy to her mother's slipper.

Jazz quickly climbed the stairs and called in Danny's room to give Sam and Tucker a call and explain that Danny was grounded, not telling them just what his punishment was to spare Danny having to talk about it outside the home…and the risk of his many bullies learning even an abridged version of the truth. She then headed to her room to study and stay away from her mother.

Maddie watched her daughter head up the stairs before getting comfortable once more and continuing to read her book.

Minutes soon turned into hours, the clock entered the early hours of the morning and Maddie began to reach the last pages of her book. Within her slipper, Danny was panting heavily, all this time trapped inside the now boiling and humid shoe was torture, he had been shrunk at half four in the afternoon, only his mother knew how long he'd been her toe toy, he was exhausted. And thirsty…so, so thirsty and so hot.

He looked around, his head rolling to the side, his face pressed into his mother's second toe, he felt the hot, wet flesh, the vinegary stench now the air of his world. He felt the sweat, the water of her foot, her foot water. He craned his neck and began to push his face into her toe, pursing his lips he began to suck forcefully, the foot sweat thundering into his mouth, he gulped it down hard and fast, the hot acidic taste, actually tasting divine in his current mind set, normally he'd revile in horror and hurl up what he drank from the taste but right now Danny felt as if he could his mother's foot sweat forever and he never wanted to stop. His dry mouth absorbing the salty, vinegary liquid.

Outside Maddie felt a slight tingling sensation on her second toe, but she didn't think much of it, simply squeezing her toes around her son once again.

Hours later, the clock reading 2:30 am Maddie stretched out her stiff limbs, craning her heels and pressing her son deeper into her shoe as she cracked her arms, she glanced to the window, eyes widening as she realised just how dark it was outside and by extension how late it was.

"Well I think it's time we turned in for the night." She chuckled aloud, placing the book back on the mantle and leaving it there, she quickly headed back to the lab. She snatched her boots and headed back up the stairs before heading to the next staircase to head to bed, nipping her son between her toes as she ascended them, loving how he squirmed, like a tiny massage.

She entered her room, sighing at the empty bed, Jack was out of town for the next few days at some ghost convention, Maddie opted to stay home to look after the kids after the whole Pariah incident, better safe than sorry, the last thing they wanted were there children trapped in the Ghost Zone again without them to protect them.

She placed her boots beside her bed and sat upon it.

"Okay Danny it's time for bed." She breathed. "But that doesn't mean your punishment is over." She slipped off her slipper, shuddering as she felt the cool air caress her hot, moist foot, she wiggles her toes, forcing Danny to drop from her bare foot, no longer glued by her foot sweat after the motion, she smiles down at her tiny son, drenched in her foot sweat and stumbling about the heel of her hot slipper.

Tired as he was, Danny couldn't do anything aside from fall face first into the imprint of his mother's sole. Maddie bent over, reaching down, she plucked her tiny son from her slipper and moved him over to the entrance of her boot, with the other hand she tilted the boot back, she released her hold, the tiny boy barley gasped as he fell, landing on the sweat soaked rubber and rolling down the inside, plopping down on the heel of a dry but still stinky insole of his mother's boot on the heel.

"There." She said, taking off her other slipper, wiggling her toes in the cool air. "Now you will stay there until morning…and then you will clean the lab like you should have done in the first place, unless you want to spend the full weekend as my insole, which will happen if it isn't spotless." Maddie threatened.

And with that she leaned back and hovered her foot over the boot her son occupied, wiggling her toes, causing droplets of sweat to rain down on him, not that Danny did anything to move of the way, just laid there accepting the rain, some hitting his face and sliding in his mouth, he drank it.

"Sweet dreams Danny." Maddie said in a sing song voice unaware of what had happened as her toes were 'waving' goodbye.

A/N There's a poll on my account for Lisa's Foot Boy,

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Title: The Black Rose's Wrath
Author: Balthasar00
Categories: Yu-Gi-Oh 5Ds

Characters: Akiza Izinski, Luna
Cameos: Patty
Contains: Rape, Underage, Futanari, Futa on Female, Loli, Enslavement, Mind-Break, Cock Worship, Inflation, Yuri, Bondage, Penetration, Stripping, Blowjob, Humiliation, Anal

Note: The following story contains depictions of rape and child molestation. I do not condone any of the following things in real life and would never attempt to do anything of the sort. I AM NOT AN IMMORAL ASSHOLE!

This is a fantasy; it is not real and the characters involved are also not real. If the things I've mentioned are not your cup of tea, I kindly ask that you leave and NOT hate on something that has no influence on the real world whatsoever – flames will be ignored.

Tags: futanari, futa on female, underage, loli, non-consensual/rape, enslavement, mind-break, cock-worship, ahegao/fucked stupid, huge cock, bulging/inflation, massive ejaculation, outdoor sex

"Your cunt is so tight." - Speech

"It's so big." - Thought

The Duel Academy was a place where everyone was interested in the art of proper dueling could be enrolled to be a pupil, taught by of some of the most experienced duelists, to learn and refine their skills under their tutelage, to one day become legends at the card game that made the world go round.

Though everyone got the same treatment from the staff, no favoritism nor neglect, there were some special cases among the pupils of this renowned establishment, who had something unique to them. One such special case was Akiza Izinski, also known by her infamous moniker 'The Black Rose', because of her abilities enabling her to summon her plant-type Duel Monsters creatures in a literal sense. This resulted in more than one unfortunate accident, in which someone would be unintentionally harmed. Unintentionally; a term which many of the other students didn't quite believe, when it came to these incidents; though if it was because of a blatant dislike for the red-haired girl or their fear of being harmed themselves clouding their judgment, only the boys and girls themselves knew. Though Akiza desperately tried to learn to keep her powers in check and control them, the mistrust and segregation did not seize, leaving the girl hurt and lonely.

Even though she was now, after months of intense practice, able to properly control her abilities, the constant neglect and continuous insults of her peers warped her mind and altered her personality. Akiza no longer sought the acceptance of the other students, nor did she seek to be liked by anyone, she was transformed into girl – no, a woman – that only cared for herself and lived for nothing more than herself and her pleasure, whether it came from defeating someone in a duel, seeing people who mistreated her suffer or other means. The red-head now intentionally used her powers to harm or threaten others, relishing in the fear she could induce in her former tormentors and the hurt she could inflict on them. Some might wonder how she could do such things without getting reprimanded or expelled, but the truth of the matter was that nobody had definite proof of her doing any intentional harm. As far as any official services were concerned they were mere accidents caused by an ability she didn't ask for, combined with a simple lack of proper safety measures. Thus the 'Black Rose' could continue her path of vengeance on the fools that were brave/stupid enough to provoke her in any way.

It was not really an outstanding day compared to others for Akiza, being ostracized, beating anyone who dared to challenge her without any effort, the usual. Though besides all that; there was one little thing that let this day be something more than just average; one little girl to be precise. Luna, a girl multiple years her junior, made the mistake of making the most-feared woman on campus her enemy. Luna was a very nice, open-minded and sometimes shy girl, who had a smile on her face for basically everyone, everyone besides the 'Black Rose' that is. Though Akiza normally didn't pay children any mind, much less those who were as meek as Luna, she came across a scene that caused her to change her mind this once and seek revenge on the little brat, that dared to bad-mouth her in such a way. Luna had been in a particularly bad mood, as bad a mood as someone as up-beat as her could be in anyways, having overslept because of her brother pranking her that morning, making multiple beginner mistakes in an important test because of her moody state of mind, and then hearing about the infamous scourge of the academy, Akiza Izinski putting another boy in the infirmary. After being asked by one of her friends what she thought about the red-headed menace of Duel Academy, the green-haired girl couldn't hold back and let all her bad mood flow into her description of what exactly Akiza Izinski was in her eyes.

"That girl is nothing more than an egotistical, self-righteous, arrogant and despicable bitch of a human being, that shouldn't be allowed to even be at this school, since all she does is harm others for her own amusement. Simply put, she is a monster!" Luna exclaimed loudly, her face having adorned a red hue from her anger.

Neither her friends nor the silently listening Akiza could believe what the girl had said. Luna's friends were all baffled by the normally nice and forgiving girl, being so open about her dislike for someone and even hearing her curse, something she had never, ever done before. Akiza was perplexed as well, though for different reasons entirely. She was the best duelist at the academy, a woman with powers that easily classified her as something better than any other student or even human in general, she was feared for god's sake; and here this...this insolent brat dared to insult her in such a humiliating way, in front of more than just a few other people. That was the moment Akiza decided that Luna, the one who had offended her so immensely, would receive the worst punishment she had dished out on someone yet. If she had to be honest, it fell into place quite nicely, considering she had a certain itch she needed to scratch. Having the young girl be her involuntary partner for this would be a great way for her to achieve retribution and satisfy her needs in one go, not to mention it would be a fitting punishment, with how humiliating the experience was going to be for the green-haired brat.

The next day would be the day when it happened, Akiza's plan was already in motion and all she had to do now was to wait. Akiza had threatened a girl in Luna's class between lessons previously that day and ordered her to tell Leo, Luna's over-protective brother, that his sister would be spending her day with her friends and she wouldn't walk the way home with him today. Once that was taken care of, Akiza would let the terrified girl, after wasting the day away with Luna; lure the green-haired girl into an obscure alleyway in town, where the punishment was going to commence. Hours passed, night came, and Akiza was waiting for her victim to be led to her doom now, having arrived at the alley about an hour ago and spending her time imagining just what exactly she was going to do with her prey. Just as planned, moments after Akiza was finishing her musings, Luna and her friend, Patty, Akiza thought was her name, went on the small and dark path that was to become the place of Luna's breaking.

"Patty, are you sure this is a short-cut? I'm pretty sure we should've gone the other way." Luna asked her friend with an unsure and kinda timid voice. The pig-tailed duelist was skeptical about this being a short-cut and the path being so dark didn't help her apprehension.

"O-Of course, Luna. Just follow me; I know we're going the right way." The unsure stutter of the blonde girl was anything but reassuring in Luna's ears, and her fears of something bad happening came true, when she spotted a certain red-haired Duel Academy student waiting in front of her and her friend.

"Well done brat, it seems I won't have to send my plants after you. You may go now. You wouldn't want getting involved in this, would you?" The tone with which the statement left Akiza's mouth and the smirk that accompanied it was unsettling for Luna to say the least, and the hurt of betrayal at hearing that her friend led her here, coupled with the steps of her, which got lighter the farther she ran away, made the girl's breath hitch and her body freeze.

"Well, aren't you going to try to run away from me? Or are you thinking of insults you can throw my way instead? No matter, when I'm done with you, insults will be the last thing on your mind when thinking of me." Just as Akiza finished the last word, she revealed a card in her hand, the 'Rose Tentacle' monster card and using her ability to summon her duel monsters in tandem with her acquired control over the creatures she could call upon, the stunned and terrified Luna was bound by the plant's vines before she could react. Now the young girl had vines firmly holding every limb of hers in place, as well as an extra one that covered her mouth.

"Ah, seeing you like this, bound and helpless, really excites me. Come on girl, try to scream! Let me hear your pitiful attempts at calling for help, the desperate wails and pleas for mercy, muffled by my little pet's vines! Seeing the bitch that you are like this turns me on so much. I'll make you beg me to stop, only to then go even harder until you beg for more instead."

The alleyway was silent after Akiza finished her proclamation, Luna having seized her attempts at loosening her bindings and cries for help, in favor of looking wide-eyed at the woman before her. The green-haired girl was petrified after hearing what was likely going to happen to her, the point being firmly driven home the moment Luna saw something sticking out from beneath Akiza's skirt, that definitely shouldn't be there. Between the red-haired duelist's legs was a massive boner, which, just going by the looks of it, already was as hard as a rock and about as long and thick as Luna's forearm; roughly standing at proud 14 inches. Akiza had a menacing grin etched on her face as she gave her rod a few strokes. She reveled in seeing her victim's horrified look, especially since the girl seemed to actually think that this was her fully erect member already, how preposterous. She was going to enjoy shoving her cock inside the little bitch, once it reached its full length. When Luna got to witness the other girl's dick getting even bigger than before, her terror-induced stun was lifted immediately and she tried to free herself with all her might, squirming against her bindings so hard she was sure she had started lightly bleeding at her wrists and ankles, and trying against reason to somehow be heard with her dulled screams of fear.

Hearing the young duelist's desperate moans of despair and seeing the tears that started flowing from the girl's eyes were a huge turn-on for Akiza, her now fully erect member releasing copious amounts of pre-cum, coating itself with it. The red-head could feel her testicles pumping with abandon, her orange-sized balls already working overtime to prepare for the copious amounts of dick-cream their owner was going to pump into the green-haired twelve-year-old. The horny teenager stalked towards her going-to-be rape victim in a slow and foreboding stride, knowing that the little brat would gift her with even more sweet tears as she was confronted with the huge pole of flesh that would inevitably penetrate her holes without mercy. True to her expectations, Akiza bore witness to Luna's gradually increasing terror the closer she got. Just thinking about fucking the child in front of her was driving her crazy with lust and it took all her self-control, plus her desire for a good show of misery from the younger girl, to not outright shove her cock into the first hole that greeted her.

Akiza was anxious to finally be able to have her urges addressed by another, since even if the green-haired girl before her hadn't given her a reason to punish her, Akiza was desperate for some real sex nonetheless and grateful for this opportunity as a result. Masturbating was okay, but besides it paling in comparison to the real deal, it was incredibly annoying to have to work a dick of that magnitude with just her own body. A meat pole of over 25 inches in length and a diameter of more than 5, basically making the red-head's member have even bigger proportions than her entire forearm – hand included, required a big load of effort she had to put into her self-induced pleasure. The only way she could properly pleasure herself, besides the occasional footjob, was giving herself a boob-job while sucking her cock at the same time. And even something as great as that can get boring if it's the only, really working way of scratching that itch and you need release at least five to six times a day; lest you become completely mad with lust and rape the nearest girl in sight. Now that Akiza thought about it, she could, and should, have done just that, considering she was basically going to do it right now, and if push came to shove she could just use her powers to get out of any bad situation which might arise. A quick 'Mind Control' card would definitely have done the trick. Of course she had also tried other means of self-pleasuring, such as using her powers to summon some of her sexier creatures to be her cum-dumpsters. Unfortunately for the red-head, even that wasn't enough to truly sate her lust, as she always hungered for something more exciting, something risky and taboo, where she could show her true nature. Despite her initial anger at the young lass for her words, Akiza felt kind of grateful for them in the end, since they are the reason for the Black Rose finally being able to scratch that particular itch. It is quite difficult to find something more taboo than raping a twelve-year-old child after all. Anyway, no need to dwell on missed opportunities; her days of simple masturbation and unfulfilling sex with Duel Monsters creatures were going to end tonight. Akiza wanted to relieve her sexual tension and Luna needed punishment for her insolence, what better way to solve both problems than making the girl her private cum-dumpster. It's not like the brat had any say in the matter, since as far as Akiza was concerned, Luna's mouth only had three notable functions – eating/drinking, proclaiming her love for being a living sex-toy and being used as part of said sex-toy; and the red-haired bombshell was planning on making sure that Luna understood this just as much.

After arriving at her destination, Akiza's first action was to remove the little girl's clothes. Though risky at first glance, since she had to remove the vines of her plant pet to be able to do so, her actions were well timed and choreographed, resulting in a show of great precision and concentration while the red-head removed the different kinds of clothing from the younger girl without problem. Even the desperate struggles of her prey did nothing to deter Akiza, nor did it help Luna in any way, as the Black Rose simply used her superior size and strength to subdue any and all attempts of freeing herself from her bindings. At the end of it all, Akiza stood in front of a completely naked Luna, her massive erection twitching in anticipation of what was to come, while the small girl's clothes were carelessly tossed to the side.

"Although this is supposed to be your punishment, I can't very well rape you properly if I just destroyed you between your legs; I want to be able to use my toy more often than just once, after all. So I guess it is in both of our best interests that you do your best at properly lubing my fat cock up, before I shove it inside you." Though deceptively sympathetic sounding at first, it was clear from her expression alone that Akiza only wanted to humiliate the child in front of her even more, before things started to really heat up, as well as make sure that it was as pleasurable as possible for herself when she finally commenced with fucking her prey to kingdom come.

It just wouldn't make any fun fucking the lights out of the green-haired brat, if she fell unconscious because the non-lubed rod being plunged into her folds would cause too much pain for the young lass to bear. Akiza wanted to keep her victim fully awake through it all, see the despair in her victim's eyes and the tears flowing down her face, knowing she wouldn't be saved from becoming nothing more than a glorified pocket-pussy for her tormentor. Having the 12-year-old go through it all fully conscious was also kind of mandatory if she wanted to successfully break the girl's spirit and make her, her personalized fuck-toy. So, having said her piece, Akiza shoved her dick in her junior's face, knowing that Luna would comply and lube the fat cock before her eyes as best she could, lest she be ripped in two by the sheer magnitude of the thing's size in conjunction with being improperly prepared for the whole ordeal. And comply Luna did, as afraid as she was of being hurt even more than was already certain, she didn't even try to shout out anymore. In her fear Luna licked and sucked as much of the huge meat-pole as she possibly could, not wanting to experience what the older girl would do to her if she tried to cry nor wanting to experience what it would feel like to be filled with not wet enough flesh of this kind of size. Her terror was so strong, it caused Luna to even lick and suckle on the red-head's balls, completely forgetting that those won't even penetrate her, and thus weren't needing any lube. Though taken aback by the younger girl's unneeded actions at first, Akiza wasn't going to complain about them; it was feeling quite good after all.

Severely turned on by the display of the young child so desperately pleasing her cock with her mouth and tongue, Akiza opened her Duel Academy uniform and began massaging her massive, pillowy tits through her bra's fabric, the cloth rubbing against her sensitive nipples being a wonderful feeling for the newly-minted rapist. The red-head was devotedly massaging her soft breasts and pinching her nipples, while more to the down-low her rape victim was dragging her small tongue all over the stupidly large cock before her face, occasionally putting the tip into her mouth and circling her tongue around it in an effort to please the older girl. Who knows, maybe Akiza would be less harsh on her if it looked like she was cooperating.

The saliva accumulated by Luna's actions and the pre-cum flowing out of Akiza's length in abundance, quickly left the meaty rod as wet as it could possibly get and ready to penetrate the red-head's first target. Although plunging into young virgin pussy would probably feel like heaven, and the older duelist could barely wait for the no-doubt amazing feeling, she wanted to make the younger girl hers in every way. The Black Rose wanted, and needed, to properly drive the point home that Luna's EVERY orifice was now nothing more than a means for her to stimulate herself with. Having finished this train of thought, the red-haired beauty promptly shoved her entire length down Luna's tight throat, the girl's gagging reflex seemingly being non-existent as her body easily gulped the huge thing down. Though the young girl normally should have gagged on the way too big intruder in her throat, it looked like the pig-tailed 12-year-old was a born slut, with how easily she dealt with being speared on the probably longest and thickest human cock in the world. No matter how easy it might have been for the young student to swallow the pleasure seeking appendage, the average observer would clearly see the outline of the red-head's massive member on the younger girl's neck and even upper body. A clear bulging and receding could be seen from the girl's skin whenever Akiza let her cock pump in and out of her victim's throat; while her massive ball sack was slapping against the child's chin with each thrust. That last bit was especially pleasing for the red-headed rapist, as it not only felt wonderful, but also humiliated the pig-tailed duelist even further.

Speaking of Akiza, the woman's face was a monumental example of how an ahegao expression had to look like. With how lewdly her tongue hung out, saliva trickling down her chin, and her half-lidded eyes having partially rolled back into her head, coupled with a cute blush, it was clear as day that the red-head was enjoying herself quite nicely while fucking the minor's throat. While Akiza could be described as the epitome of sex-crazed after coming in contact with her first real sexual experience with another person, Luna was more on the site of looking like she was struck. The girl had her eyes as wide as saucers, right after her body registered being filled with a cock of unnatural size, tears continuously flowing, out of pain rather than fear now, and a gurgling sound coming out of her throat that seemed to only turn her violator on even more, if that was possible; the guttural moans leaving the senior's mouth being even louder than the gurgling of the other girl. If it hadn't been nighttime already, in a dark alley that was seldom used even when the sun was still abroad, Akiza would have had to fear being caught red-handed raping a little girl in public, with how loud both became through their respective ordeals. Not that Akiza would have noticed being caught in her current state, much less cared for being watched as she mercilessly ravaged the body speared on her cock right now. The only thing that had managed to pass her thoughts, besides how great raping someone felt, was how stupid she was to wait so long to actually do it. As far as Akiza was concerned sex was the best thing in the world, especially if she could combine her love for seeing people who wronged her suffering with it, just like right now.

It was obvious from the beginning that what Akiza planned on doing to Luna couldn't be called making love, but even to call it fucking would be an understatement. The groans and moans of both girls filled the night air, together with the sloshing sounds of their mingled juices; Akiza's dick's pre-cum and Luna's saliva, as the red-head plunged in and out of the younger girl's body. Back and forth Akiza's hips went, alternating between being sheathed up to the hilt in Luna's oral cavern and pulling out until only the tip was inside the green-haired duelist's mouth, giving Luna the unwanted opportunity to taste the copious amounts pre-cum that were leaking from the world's most-likely largest cock to ever be gifted to mankind, every time she did so. And through all this, something inside Luna seemed to slowly change.

"I can't believe this is happening to me! Why does it have to be this way, when everything I ever did was being nice and polite to everyone? My body is going numb, but why do I get this strange feeling inside of me? It's starting to feel good. I am being raped and it feels good. Why?!" Luna couldn't even begin to fathom how it was possible for her to feel good, when she was going through something that most women viewed as the worst kind of thing that could possibly happen to someone.

But no matter if she was able to understand it or not, Luna was beginning to enjoy her current predicament; at least her body did. The green-haired girl was suffering emotion-wise, feeling completely humiliated and utterly worthless as she was degraded to a glorified onahole, but her body on the other hand screamed its desire for more to her, the need to be ravaged even harder and being transformed into a humanoid sex-toy. Meanwhile the juices, which had started to flow from the girl's nether region, betrayed her even more as they trickled out of her cunt and onto the concrete floor. The only thing Luna thought she could do now, was trying her utmost best to not break under this kind of pressure, to not give into the pleasure and keep hoping that she will be saved from this; or if not that she could at least walk away from this and live her life as her own person instead of Akiza's personal cum-dump.

Completely oblivious to her victim's thoughts, Akiza was getting closer and closer to her release and her thrusts became even faster as a result – desperate for the needed relieve. If it couldn't be called that before, the older girl's rod was definitely worthy of being called a jackhammer now, pistoning into the small girl's throat with abandon. It just felt so amazing, having a young girl's tight throat wrapped around her third leg; that the older girl couldn't begin to think straight while she was experiencing the greatest sensation she had ever felt.

"I'm going to cum; I'm going to fill you with my precious cock-milk. Take it all my little fuck-toy, accept your new owner's delicious gift and be filled to the brim with my semen~!"

Though mostly slurred, Akiza's exclamation was still understandable to the child's ears and as much as her mind wanted nothing more than for this to end, her body was eagerly awaiting the glorious white liquid that was the older girl's cum.

It was only moments after Akiza's lust-filled order for Luna to 'take it all', that the younger duelist was forced to do just that, as the older one of both girls came with a loud, sex-crazed moan and began pumping her load into the child with slow, but strong thrusts – each thrust releasing a cup's worth of sperm into the minor's womb. Her stomach inflating to proportions normally seen from women who were pregnant for 3 months - maybe more, Akiza's sperm was shooting into the pig-tailed girl's body with seemingly no end. When it looked like Luna's body wasn't able to store any more of the white fluids gushing out of Akiza's member, said fluids started to flow out of Luna's mouth, around the humongous appendage that was still firmly lodged in there and creating a sizable puddle on the ground below.

A few minutes passed before Akiza came down from her orgasm-induced high and pulled her meat-pole, which was still rock hard and eager for more, out of the other girl. The red-head smiled wickedly as she inspected her handiwork, a thoroughly cum-filled slut, while telepathically commanding her plant-type monster to move the young girl and position her in a way that would enable Akiza, whose legs felt a bit mushy after her strongest orgasm to date, to fuck the child's pussy while sitting on the ground; incidentally resting in the warm sperm puddle she herself had created moments prior. Looks like she would need to wash her school uniform before going to the Academy next time.

Luna barely even noticed any of this, her mind relatively blank after being used in such a way. Her eyes were half-lidded and tiny, quiet moans were escaping her as her body coped with the loss of filling that Akiza's massive rod provided. The girl seemed to be at the brink of passing out, though if it was from the strain on her body or from the pleasure she didn't know. Seeing the current state of her green-haired onahole, Akiza decided to show the girl just enough mercy to caress her cheek, before promptly destroying the illusion that action created with her following question.

"Hey. Are you ready for round two? Those tiny pussy lips of yours won't spread themselves now, will they?" Akiza asked rhetorically as she let her plant pet guide the girl's vagina on the older girl's rod's tip.

"Please, have mercy. I can't take any more." Luna's voice was hoarse from her throat being ravaged just moments prior, and she couldn't be sure if the other girl had even heard her quiet rasp. Luna was so desperate for getting out if this situation or at least catching a break, that tears started pouring out of the child's eyes again. The young girl was kind of surprised that she could still do that, having thought that she was completely dry already, after crying the entire duration of her torment up until her forced orgasm, which had made her temporarily unresponsive to the outside world.

If Akiza had heard the green-head's quiet plea, she didn't show it; just as she didn't show any of the mercy Luna had begged for. In the blink of an eye, the red-haired rapist had plunged her entire length inside the little girl's snatch; the sheer magnitude of her cock being enough to not only enter the child's womb, but going in so deep that the dick's shape created a sizable bulge sticking out from the twelve-year-old's abdomen, obliterating Luna's hymen on the way up as if it hadn't been there to begin with. It happened so fast, not giving the girl any chance to react, that Luna couldn't even muster a scream after her penetration. She only managed to open her eyes and mouth wide in shock and let a tiny moan escape her lips. Before the green-haired rape victim could begin to ponder on whether her moan was caused from pleasure or pain, Akiza had already placed her hands on the young duelist's hips and started moving her up and down on her throbbing member. The tight folds that surrounded her huge cock caused Akiza to instantly fall back into a pleasure-addled state of mind, caring for nothing more than to use the other girl until she had completely satisfied her needs and filled the child with so much cum, that it would start dripping out of all of Luna's orifices like a fountain.

While the red-head was pistoning in and out of the young girl, the older girl's shaft traveling all the way from Luna's entrance up to and into her womb, both were adopting their own ahegao faces. Luna was being bombarded with stimulation, as Akiza's huge cock buried itself inside her not-anymore-virgin pussy multiple times per second, while simultaneously having the red-head's testicles slam against her tender butt each and every time it happened. It looked like Akiza had a great way to live out her sadistic side built into her very form, having her own ball sack be an automatic slapping tool. Each girl had their eyes rolled back into their heads, blushes on their cheeks and were drooling and smiling stupidly into the night sky. It seemed that being used as a fuck-toy by a woman with a cock the size of the younger girl's thigh, was too much for the child to bear. Let's take a quick look inside the humanoid onahole's head.

"So...good.~ Huge pussy...feels good.~ More,...please...give me more...COCK!~" The girl's mind had finally given out, even her own thoughts were nothing more than slurs now. At least the girl managed to utter her thoughts in a silent whisper while she was being used as a pocket-pussy, so her brain was still capable of enabling her to do at least that much.

Still, being reduced to a living sex-toy had shattered Luna's mind enough to morph it in just the way Akiza had wanted it to. Luna's mind had succumbed to her body's need for more pleasure and transformed her into a cock-craving, little slut. Though, through all the pleasure the red-haired girl was currently receiving herself, she didn't even comprehend the young green-head's change properly and instead opted to just continue ravaging the small body; shoving it up and down, up and down on her inhumanly huge meat-pole over and over again with an ever increasing ferocity and pace. These actions were granting Luna with the exact thing she wanted though, more cock. When Akiza felt her release nearing a few minutes of merciless pussy-pounding later, she re-doubled her efforts and began thrusting her hips up with even greater speed than before, to meet the 12 year-old's body whenever it went down on her cock. This resulted in both girls reaching new heights, before the red-head began shooting her enormous load for the second time that night and caused both of their minds to go temporarily blank in orgasmic bliss. The end result was a girl, which had yet to hit puberty, being filled with so much cum that you could think she had been pregnant long enough that the child was due tomorrow; with the sperm puddle beneath both girls increasing its already admirable size two-fold. If Luna had had her period already, she would have had to seriously worry about really getting impregnated by the inhumane amount of semen that had been shot right into her womb. Not that she could care about that at the moment, with how fucked-stupid her mind currently was.

It took multiple minutes for the girls to come back to reality, as their bodies tried to adjust to the first time in their lives that they had experienced this level of pleasure. It would need some getting used to, but considering Akiza's plans for her junior; they would both get more than enough practice.

Akiza was pleasantly surprised, when she heard Luna dreamily chanting pleas in a whisper, as she pressed her face in the older girl's generous cleavage. She had anticipated the younger girl to break a little later.

"More. Please mistress, give me more. Your toy needs cock, please let your toy be useful and let it pleasure your magnificent cock." Luna's eyes were glazed-over while saying this; her new role as Akiza's personal sex-toy being ingrained in the child's mind, to the point of it being the only reason for the pig-tailed girl to continue living.

Seeing as the green-haired girl had obviously succumbed to the pleasure and accepted her new role in life, the red-head released the twelve year-old from her bindings and send her plant pet away. Afterwards she decided to put her toy's loyalty to the test and opened her blouse completely, followed by removing her bra; after which the young girl seemed to get what her mistress wanted of her and started sucking on the older girl's right breast and massaging the pillowy appendage with her small hands. Seeing the little girl seemingly jumping at the opportunity to please her mistress, coupled with the feeling of said pleasing itself, made the red-haired duelist's cock twitch inside Luna; the girl moaning in pleasure at her cunt being stimulated again, even if only lightly.

"I think it's time for me to finally get to the last hole of yours. I can't properly call you my personal onahole without having fucked your tiny ass, now can I?" Akiza was saying this more as a notice for Luna than as an actual question. Besides her not caring if the green-head objected or not, Luna would probably beg for it herself now anyway.

And cue to the red-haired girl thinking that last bit, Luna actually did just that.

"Oh yes! Please mistress, please let my loli butt be a good onahole for you and show this little brat who she belongs to. I was a bad girl and I need to be punished by mistress." Luna was saying this so fast and eagerly, it almost wasn't audible anymore. She was looking up at the red-head in anticipation, still massaging the girl's breast; and for a moment Akiza could have sworn that Luna's pupils had morphed into little hearts, the school girl's eyes being full of adoration for the mistress gracious enough to gift her humanoid cock-sleeve with her mighty rod of flesh.

Akiza didn't need to hear that twice, not even once actually, and slowly pulled the young lass off her cock, which caused both of them to shiver at the light stimulation followed by complete loss of pleasurable stimuli. This state was not meant to last however, as the older girl positioned Luna in front of herself in a doggy-style pose, the green-haired girl's ass swaying to and fro in a clear show of Luna's want to have it stuffed full; as well as her arms and legs resting in the sperm which had accumulated through the first two bouts of animalistic rape. Though the following technically could not be called rape anymore, as its victim had been pounded so severely it ended up being a mock-brainwashing session, it wasn't going to be any less animal-like. It was actually going to be even more so, considering the girls' current positions.

"This is so dirty. I am basically a dog right now, a bitch in heat standing in a puddle of my mistress' semen and waiting to get pounded like one, too. I can't wait to have mistress shove that huge cock into my tiny virgin ass. Please hurry mistress, your toy is craving to be used!" It would stand to debate whether or not it really was going to be like a bitch in heat being fucked. Considering Akiza's massive rod had a size that exceeded even that of an average erect horse cock, it might be more appropriate to compare it to a horse couple's mating. It didn't really matter in the end though, at least for Luna, as long as she got to be the one on the receiving end of said huge hunk of flesh. Luna's wishes were about to be granted, as Akiza had just finished placing her cock's tip on the green-head's cute butt-hole, simultaneously getting a great view at the young pussy she got to fill just a minute ago; big globs of cum flowing out and dropping from it every now and then, as the small body in which it was previously confined fought with itself over whether it wanted to revert to its normal size or keep the precious liquid locked inside.

"Looks like your body is trying to get rid of the sperm I so graciously bestowed upon you, my toy. Let's fill you up again, shall we?"

"Please fill this little slut to the brim with your glorious cum, mistress. I promise I'll try my best to keep it all in; my body only needs to get used to being stuffed full with your essence."

"That's not going to be a problem at all. You will get more than enough practice in that regard, right now and every single day for the rest of our lives, beginning tomorrow." Following this statement was the remorseless plunge forward of Akiza's hips, burying her entire length in the smaller girl's rectum in one swift motion.

"OH GOD, YES~!" Akiza didn't know if the child-turned-fucktoy's exclamation came from hearing the promise of more sex in the future or from Luna getting the rock-hard penis, that she so desperately craved, shoved up her ass, but she supposed it didn't matter; there was an asshole in need to be ravaged and she intended to do just that.

If the girls' rough fucking hadn't been accentuated by the wet sploshing noises of their bodies hitting each other before, it was certainly now. Akiza's form was wet with sweat and her massive genitalia were covered in the remnants of her own sperm and her new toy's pussy juices. Every time the red-head's hips slapped against the younger girl's rectum; the sound of her wet balls hitting Luna's freshly raped and cum-filled cunt filled the air; the sensation only adding onto both teenagers' pleasure. Each thrust of Akiza's mighty rod felt like heaven to both parties involved and the force with which the red-haired duelist was ramming her meat pole into Luna was enough to even let her heavy, bountiful breasts bounce up and down through the air in a hypnotic fashion that would entrance any who came upon the scene. Akiza would have liked to massage her jiggling jugs, if only her hands hadn't been occupied by the task of holding the child she was fucking in place. A body of the stature Luna possessed couldn't have stayed on the ground without aid, while being ravaged by a prick just short of the size of her entire upper body, after all. Speaking of the twelve-year-old's ass being penetrated by Akiza's inhuman cock; the mint-haired girl's torso was trapped in a rhythm of alternating between being empty and having to reform itself, as it was stretched out by the giant girth of the invading appendage. The penis' shape was easy to make out on the child's form, while it traveled through Luna's body; in ways that would make people question the green-head's borderline supernatural ability to survive the viscous onslaught of a dick of that magnitude.

No matter the apparent lack of logic in Luna's ability to withstand the fucking that even an experienced nymphomaniac would most likely die to, the two girls involved in said fuckfest couldn't care less about insignificant details like that. Way too far gone were they in their sexual endeavors, to even consider bothering to think about the heavenly pleasure they were feeling possibly being labeled as impossible by outsiders. In fact, Luna's current thought process could probably be best summarized by phrases along the lines of "Cock feels good!~", since her pleasure-addled mind wasn't even able to comprehend anything more during the kind of pounding she was receiving. During this continued assault on her needy buttocks, Luna had let her head fall into the sperm puddle beneath, having decided to stop putting energy into anything that didn't actively grant her mistress any pleasure. Still, in its newfound quest for achieving as many orgasms as it was able to, Luna's body started to act without said girl even consciously commanding it to; and the child's tongue began leaving its wet confines in order to eagerly lap up as much of the cum as it possibly could off of the floor and into the young lass' mouth. To say that having the flavor of her newly-minted favorite treat flooding her mouth was making Luna happy was an understatement of the highest order; and even the few particles of dirt that inevitably found their way into her oral orifice as she kept licking the stone floor, couldn't dampen the elation she felt. A tiny bit of dust and the like on her tongue was an easily neglectable sacrifice to make, for the contentment that her owner's semen provided her with, as it outright blessed her worthless taste buds with its divinity.

Seeing her new toy so eagerly lapping at her cum on the dirty ground brought Akiza's lust to a new high and resulted in the red-haired duelist increasing the pace with which she was ravaging the little girl's butthole, to the point where Luna's tiny form couldn't even properly register whether it was currently filled or not anymore. Even the heavy ball sack of Akiza's pounding Luna's pussy lips repeatedly was practically distorted visually, as the balls got slammed against the moist pussy over and over again like a blur. The mint-haired lass was basically trapped in an endless cycle of being filled with an inhumanly huge cock, because of the fast movements of said dick simply being too quick for her mind to process them correctly. And so, as Akiza continued ramming her member into the younger girl's form, her eyes becoming a bit teary from getting so close to release without it actually being achieved quite yet, Luna's mind began to simply shut down. Instead of her inner voice repeating 1-phrase mantras about how amazing being raped felt, her brain became completely blank. The school girl's eyes rolled into the back of her head so much they were hard to even make out anymore and the licking up of excess semen had stopped too; Luna's tongue just getting dragged along the floor by her face's motions now, as it swayed back and forth with each of the red-head's hip's thrusts. The one, only thing the green-haired fucktoy managed to still accomplish in her current state was the stream of low, nigh silent moans escaping her mouth, as her body seemed to use that action as some kind of reflexive action to inform its mistress of her still being alive.

While Luna had already gone off to bliss-city, Akiza was still desperately ravaging the other student's ass, in search of the, no doubt, great orgasm she steadily worked towards. The 12 year-old's rectum clamped onto its intruder as tightly as a vice, as the 'Black Rose' let her rod glide along its surface; and finally, after what felt like an eternity, Akiza felt the sweet release bubble up inside her balls, shooting through her shaft and right into the child that she had basically impaled with it. The pleasure Akiza was feeling at that moment could only be described as otherworldly, the sensation being powerful enough to force her to bend over and lie atop the girl she had been fucking up until now. And as Luna was getting filled with another bucket-load of sperm, her empty head only managed to command her bodily functions in a way to lowly squeak in pleasure, before finally succumbing to it and falling unconscious – with a big, goofy smile plastered onto her face; truly fucked stupid. Akiza will probably have to erase Luna from everyone's memory, because of the girl most likely never being able to function normally again. The little minx would probably scream to be penetrated again the moment she woke up. The horse-cocked girl eagerly postpones this dilemma to later though, currently being pre-occupied with the last bit of pleasure she was feeling at that time – the load of semen she had shot into her cum-dump being pressed out of said dump's body because of Akiza's own form weighing down on it; this of course resulting in a steady flow of cum massaging her balls as it traveled past.

Akiza would continue wallowing in her orgasmic high for the rest of the night; an unconscious, 12 year-old girl, that she had been raping for the last hour or two, being pressed into a humongous puddle of jizz, as her head got nuzzled into the area in between the red-head's tits. Akiza was smiling, being elated at the first time she had truly been satisfied; with her cock finally reverting back to its flaccid size of 10 inches – her balls having been emptied for the first time in her life.

Chapter Text


Title: Kari's Giant(ess) Playground

Author: Balthasar00 + RoyalBlood36

Categories: Digimon

Characters: Kari

Contains: Foot Fetish, Sock Fetish, Giantess, Cruel/Playful Giantess, Gore, Death, Foot Crush, Butt Crush, Vore, Underage, Lolicon

It was an absolutely mediocre Thursday morning. The air was thick with morning drowsiness as the townspeople muddled about on their way to the jobs they worked at every day, oblivious to the world around them. There was no consideration of their actions, no threat or happiness or any emotion really. It was just the daily drag, derated people scrapping by, longing for the not so distant relief of the weekend. On this particular week however, the savior from the boredom of everyday life came a little early - and it wasn't a day. It was a 40 meter (131 foot) tall, 8-year-old girl.

Kari had no idea how she got here, or even where here was. She just woke up here - on the outskirts of some sort of town in a rather flat, hot, and unassuming landscape. She didn't seem too concerned however, for whatever reason. She just felt kind of, well, playful.

It took a few moments for her mind to register that she was absolutely ginormous. She didn't know if she was huge or if the little buildings at her feet were just tiny; but did it really matter, though?

She was dressed in her usual attire - a yellow tank top, bright pink leggings and shirt; with wavy brown hair that came to just above her shoulders. The only difference she could tell was the absence of her shoes - she wore only her grimy socks, which had once been white but were now discolored with sweat and gunk. She could smell them even from the 40 meter distance between her feet and face, though that didn't bother her at all. She enjoyed the feeling of air washing between her toes and how it let their stench waft into her nostrils. Finishing her short bout of admiring her feet's smell, Kari focused her attention on her surroundings again.

The town spread out across the ground below her. It was no city, but it was by no means a small town. The tallest buildings she could see were a few church steeples and an office building in the distance, the tallest of which was about two stories taller than her.

As a cool breeze tore past her ears, she realized that the town below was almost completely silent. She could clearly see hundreds of individuals in the streets closest to her, who stopped dead in their tracks upon witnessing her giant form towering over their home town, staring up in horror at the humongous girl. Many of the cars seemed to have stopped as well, some of them having crashed into each other out of their drivers' confusion and fear.

She simply stood for a moment, observing the horrified faces of the citizens at her feet. Then, without a word or thought of the consequences, she took a step. Her left foot landed on a white Sedan, completely consuming it and grinding it against the pavement, which groaned and cracked. She could feel the metal poke and tickle her sweaty foot as the car crumbled, and a small splash of blood as the driver within was crushed. Without even caring she forced her foot down harder, utterly flattening the Sedan and creating a small crater in the street. Between the crunches of metal and cracking of concrete, her ears detected another sound. She raised her foot, showing it off to the rest of the street. People everywhere were screaming and fleeing for their lives now, as the area around her swiftly descended into chaos.

She relaxed her foot and, after a moment, grabbed it with her hand so she could examine it. Her sweaty, pungent sock had been stained with a variety of new flavors - gasoline, motor oil, and shards of glass from the car; and, just below her big toe, a thick, bright red liquid. Blood.

Kari set her foot back on the ground, after studying the results of her actions. It felt good as it sunk into the pavement and the smell of sweat, mixed with blood on her soles was simply amazing. With a playful smile on her face, she decided she liked being a giantess and set off down the street.

At first it was mostly just abandoned cars along the side of the road. They crunched and caved in with little force, though not without enjoyment as Kari giggled each time she smothered one into the pavement. A few lucky steps hit cars still containing people, who were hiding inside - she could tell whenever she felt their bones crunching under the collapsing metal constructs, and their warm blood oozing out of the cracks and staining her socks. She made sure to grind these particular ones extra hard, intent on squeezing out every last drop.

She meandered down the street for a little while, crushing cars and occasionally knocking over a streetlight. Most of the one story buildings and shops lining the road were dark, bereft of inhabitants and of no interest to her yet.

Before long, she began to catch up with the crowd of people fleeing from her in the streets. Between the accidents and the tremors coursing through the ground with each of Kari's steps, escape by car was hopeless; and it seemed many people tried to outrun her on foot. This proved to be a tragic mistake however, as to Kari they were simply targets out in the open.

She lifted her foot in the air, and brought it down hard on a fleeing woman. This time, there was no crunch of metal, but rather the shattering of bone. The woman exploded into a shower of slimy red paste and goop, most of which was consumed by her sock, which had turned into a magnet for blood. Her bones disintegrated as they were ground into the pavement, and her organs simply burst under the pressure. When Kari raised her foot, most of what was left was now stuck to her sweaty sock, only adding to the stench.

As if the rampant stomps and screams weren't enough of a giveaway, the tiny people fleeing from Kari also had another clue to her presence – the distinct smell. Her socks had already reeked of sweat when she began her rampage, but now there were a whirl of new odors smeared into the mix- Ground cement, motor oil, gasoline, and blood. Lots and lots of blood. To the people at her feet it was an absolute hell to endure as they scrambled to escape becoming part of the mix. To Kari, however, it was an absolute joy. The stench filled the entire street and the morning breeze spread it all over the town, occasionally even all the way up to her nose. Sometimes, after a particularly gory kill she would stop just to smell her feet, her eyes fluttering as her nose took in the smell of hundreds of people now turned to paste on the bottom of her stinky, sweaty socks.

After walking for a few minutes, she found herself in a large intersection and discovered a fairly large, bright one story brick building with a grassy playground behind it - a daycare center. Kari was overjoyed at this great find. As she walked over to the playground she realized that there were at least 30 kids playing on the equipment, who up until then had been completely oblivious to her rampage.

"Ooh, I wanna play!" She announced, her voice booming through the streets and many of the children covering their ears at the loud noise. She took a few steps forward, crushing the chain link fence surrounding the playground under her socked sole with ease and positioned herself with her backside to the daycare center.

"Hmmm... I guess I'm a little big..." She said, looking down at the terrified children, who were too scared to even move.

Without warning she simply let her butt drop down, sitting down on top of and utterly obliterating most of the daycare center. The earth seemed to shake for a moment as her rear came crashing through the roof behind her, causing most of the building to collapse around her butt and killing anyone caught inside. Adults, children, it didn't matter in the face of giant 8-year-old girl's rear and literal tons of debris falling on top of them and flattening the lot like insects.

After a moment, the dust cleared and she turned her focus back to the playground in front of her. The equipment consisted of a small swing set to her right, a large red and blue tower with several platforms and a bright green slide in front of her, and a sandbox to her left. Most of the other kids were either climbing on the large platform in front of her or standing on the ground staring at her in confused horror. One boy, holding a bright red kickball, was clearly frozen in the middle of a game.

Before they could react, Kari reached out and grabbed 5 kids from the sandbox in her hand, clutching them tightly and pondering on their fate. Remembering how she loved the smell of her filthy socks and how satisfying it felt to rub and massage her feet, she peeled back the outer rim off her left sock and dropped all five of the kids into the damp, dark pit that she had created. They tumbled down her ankle and to the bottom of her foot with a few muffled cries and landed in a pile, wedged between her foot and her sock. Letting her sock snap back into place, she felt the children squirming against her sole. Their futile efforts felt ticklish, which only caused Kari to giggle and squeeze her foot. She slowly inhaled the sweaty, bloody stench and continued to rub her feet. Before long she was breathing heavily and began slowly licking her foot. She could feel the bodies of the children squirming as she massaged her foot, while her tongue was gliding over their fabric-covered, tiny frames and tasting the saltiness of blood and her sweat. She was soaking her socks with her saliva, as well as fresh loads of sweat that flowed out of her sole's every pore. She was nearly overwhelmed in the heat if the moment, barely able to tear her face away from her foot for even a moment; pausing her eager smelling to reach out for another handful of kids. She grabbed another 5 stupefied children, who had just been standing around and watching her show. This time she placed them inside her right sock. She lowered her head to the ground as she lapped at her feet like a dog, quickly becoming so overcome by her want to experience the flavor more intensely, that she nearly sucked her entire right foot inside her mouth, the appendage being shoved inside her oral cavern up to its heel. Her taste buds pulsated with glee as they absorbed every drop of blood and sweat, smothering her tiny victims between her wet sole and saliva-drenched sock's fabric. Even from inside her mouth she could hear their muffled screams of terror and swore she could even taste their salty tears as they bawled their eyes out in fear. Her eagerness for a more intense taste, to drive this experience to the max, was so great, that Kari put too much force into her tongue's movements for the little children to handle. The massive hunk of flesh compressed two of the children that were trapped inside her sock into a bloody paste like they were nothing; though you could argue that to Kari, they really were. The third one followed right after, as the tongue travelled over her socked sole and let her victim experience what getting driven over by a steamroller would probably feel like. As this carnage was going on in her mouth, on the outside her eyes fluttered and her nose flared with every little whiff of blood she took and each death and cry of fear she caused let a tingle of pleasure course through her body. She sucked her foot like a lollipop, massaging it with her lips and tongue as her foot slid in and out of her mouth, mimicking an action that Kari would definitely be considered too young for by most people.

Eventually she slid her right foot out of her mouth completely, said appendage dripping with saliva, stained with a fresh load red juice and tickled by the tiny, yet still ongoing squirming of the two still living children trapped in her sock; and replaced it with her left. She gave her other foot an equally glorious massage, before lathering it with her tongue like she did the other, coating it in saliva and doing her best to try and suck every drop of sweat and blood into her greedy maw. The children in her left sock were just as terrified as their friends had been, their screams echoing around the dark cavern behind her lips. And just like with her right foot, Kari was way too eager in her endeavor to satisfy her thirst for sweat and blood to hold back her tongue's overwhelming force and carelessly murdered another pair of young children by compressing them into minced meat against her sweaty sole.

After a full 10 minutes of sucking and worshipping her feet, she finally took her left foot out of her mouth and placed both it and its right counterpart on the ground. It seemed that at least a few of the children had survived the waterboarding of saliva and violent tongue crushing inside her mouth, as she could still feel helpless squirming on the bottom of both her feet. Ignoring her little toys for the time being, she took a moment to survey the playground again. Most of the children still had not moved from their original positions, frozen in fear to the point that their bodies didn't even shake; only the tears flowing down their cheeks and the occasional whimper let the giantess know that these kids were even alive still. Wordlessly, Kari stood up, the children still trapped in both of her socks being crushed instantly - only however this time, because they were inside her socks instead of under them, she could actually feel absolutely every minute detail. Each of their bones shattered in synchronized fashion, as their flesh stretched and tore under the pressure, spilling warm blood across her soles once again. Organs burst, fluids leaked everywhere and each part of their bodies was ground into a gory paste. Every bit of her bare sole was soaked in salty blood, much of it bleeding through her sock to mix with the pool of saliva still clinging to the cloth This was bliss! Crushing people under giant soles was fun before, sure; and it even felt nice as well. But this level of detail that Kari could feel this time; it had been like slow motion, with every step towards death her victims took being another rush of pleasure for the massive child.

Kari wanted to feel more of this, much more. While Kari was musing to herself about this new, higher level of fun and pleasure she had discovered, still, none of the remaining children managed to move. Again, without saying another word, Kari lifted her foot off the ground and moved it diagonally to her right, wiping the swing set out of existence. Tremors coursed through the earth as Kari's foot impacted the ground again, knocking all of the children off their feet and onto their butts. At this point a few of those children finally tried to get back to their feet and run, but it was useless now – they had waited too long and wasted their opportunity for escape. Another hard stomp and the platform plus slide crumbled effortlessly, being compacted like it was paper. This move ended without casualties, but at least 10 kids were caught in the chaos, most of them being wedged between her toes and some trapped inside the now twisted metal surrounding Kari's humongous foot as the crushed remains of what once was a construction to inspire happiness in children of all ages. A few really unlucky ones had gotten impaled by the sharp metal poles and wooden planks. Nobody died because of the stomp itself, but that didn't mean there wouldn't be corpses amongst the debris. Concerning the lads and lasses occupying the space between Kari's toes, those were easily taken care of by the girl crunching aforementioned digits together and letting the children explode in showers of blood and gore; making her sock look as if red had been its original color, with there being white splotches covering parts of it, despite it being the exact opposite. The almost immeasurable amount of children trapped amongst the rubble surrounding her sock-clad foot meanwhile got to be erased by our young giantess twisting her limb and grinding them into the dirt, leaving nothing but red streaks on the ground.

One last step in the center of the playground was enough to finish off the rest of the kids and like that the grounds were empty. The building sat in ruin, and the playground was absolutely flattened. Kara hardly looked back, focusing only on more ways to worship her glorious feet and play with the rest of her toys.

As she steered her rampage back onto the busy town streets, she realized that unlike the beginning of her rampage, hundreds of people were now trying to escape her adventure by car. This created a traffic jam a mile long as Kari observed hundreds of cars filling the streets bumper to bumper, desperately inching along in an effort to outrun her. And with the sight of a panicked traffic jam came the sounds - blaring horns, screeching tires, desperate shouting and all around just pure chaos. With ears almost two feet tall, Kari absolutely couldn't stand the sheer bombardment. The screams alone were music to her ears, but running engines and horns were definitely not on her list of things she liked to listen to. Within seconds she was absolutely enraged by the traffic jam and immediately began stomping on cars left and right. At first she didn't even pause to savor the crushing of the tines inside - the one upside to a traffic jam was that every car was occupied after all. Sometimes she would stomp too hard, which only seemed to set off several car alarms in the streets around her; that only made her anger grow. Her feet rained down like thunderous hammers crushing two cars at once, grinding them flat into the road, before immediately moving on to the ones in front of them.

Thankfully for her the town had fairly narrow streets and her feet together spanned the whole width of most avenues; meaning she could swiftly and effectively terminate every car in each street as she toured the town without effort. Unbeknownst to her in her fit of rage, the gallons of saliva still stuck to the bottom of her feet acted like a magnet towards everything that her soles touched, picking up debris, car parts, broken glass, blood and even mangled body parts. Desperate commuters caught one last pungent whiff of blood, saliva and salty sweat wafting through their windows before being crushed in seconds under the largest and smelliest feet ever to walk the world. Kari didn't even think about making things more enjoyable by removing her socks anymore, so into just ending this incessant, obnoxious noise was the giant mass murderer.

Little by little as she tore down each road one by one, the noise and chaos of the hasty evacuation began to die down. Once she decided she had wrecked enough havoc and brought the noise level down to a reasonable level, her anger washed away and her playful attitude began to return. There were still enough cars desperate to get away from her, and she decided there was no reason not to have a little fun with them, that was the sole reason for them even being around after all. They were her toys and despite them having been a nuisance for some time a couple moments ago, she still intended to use the remaining ones the way they were intended to be.

She found her way to a fairly large untouched intersection, packed with stalled cars. A few panicked drivers abandoned their vehicles the second they saw her, but she wasn't about to just let them get away. Using her left foot as a broom, she stomped hard on two cars on the far edge of the intersection, feeling several inhabitants pulverized between her toes as she did this.

She then began to sweep the rest of the cars into the middle of the intersection, dragging them into a nice sized pile in the center. She repeated the process on the other three sides of the intersection, knocking over the traffic lights and dragging all of the cars along the road until they were piled on top if each other in the center. Anyone who had left their vehicle was either swept away by her foot and rammed into the mangled mess of cars, their now broken bodies squirming in pain or pushed over and ground to mush under the gigantic, moving sole. The people who had stayed inside their cars on the other hand just hung on for dear life, hoping against hope that the monster outside would somehow miss them in her rampage.

Once she had successfully piled all of the cars on top of each other, she flicked her hand through her hair and took a seat on top of an insurance office on a street corner. Her rear went right through it of course, and she landed with a resounding thud on the ground, nothing but a pile of rubble now being compressed under her butt cheeks, with the odd human getting crushed amongst the debris, their plan of sitting this one out inside and hoping that Kari would just walk past them coming to bite them in the ass – well, more like Kari's ass making them bite the dust. Despite her initial surprise at her seat crumbling beneath her form, Kari, without missing a beat, reached onto the top of the pile and picked out an old station wagon. Holding the car upright in her left hand, she used her index finger and thumb on her right hand to rip the flimsy roof right off the wagon. She turned the car upside down and dumped the contents onto her right hand, revealing four people. It was a family of Asian descent, with a mother, father, a boy and a girl. The boy appeared to be around 10 years old, maybe a year or two older, his sister being half his age at most. Seeing their predicament, the family huddled together in sheer dread.

She tossed the now empty station wagon to the side, where it landed with a hard clatter and the sounds of shattering glass. Her first victim was the boy; she used her free hand to peel off both of her socks, still dripping with blood and grease and covered in sweat and various filth from her rampage as they were. Kari wiggled her now freed toes, spreading the sweat and blood that was coating them, as well as the torn and crushed corpses of the poor children she had murdered maybe half an hour earlier, around and displaying the gruesome sight to the people who were currently awaiting their own torturous demise.

She took a short moment to smell her stinking socks again, before laying one of her socks flat on the road, still oozing with muddy, red and grey liquids. She then plucked the boy off of her hand, and to the absolute horror of his parents placed him on top of her sock, near the edge. She made them watch in helpless fear as she began to roll her sock up into a burrito of smelly cloth, with the boy caged inside like a sock mummy; ultimately leaving him to suffocate from the goopy stains of blood , gasoline and saliva from various parts of her rampage. Kari was really happy that he didn't pass out from the smell, although it also surprised quite a bit. Now she could listen to the music that were his horrified screams as he slowly succumbed to his prison's vile stench and died like the worthless maggot he was.

The girl came next, as Kari gleefully stripped the children from their helpless parents and forced them to watch their excruciating deaths. Remembering how good the little kids from earlier had felt on her soles, she placed the girl down on the road, directly between her feet and only meters away from her brother's corpse. She stood on the road crying softly and making no attempt to escape, it's not like she could if she tried and the girl knew this. Offering no time for goodbyes, Kari slammed her soles together with the girl in between, and felt her insides splatter everywhere in a sheer explosion of viscera and red liquid. Some of the blood spewed upwards like a fountain, raining down on her ankles. Other pools of blood trickled out at the sides of her feet and oozed out between her toes, leaking salty red fluids and chunks of flesh onto the street. Between her soles was now nothing but a glorified pancake of a human being, squeezed and bust into an almost unrecognizable paste of bone fragments, severed and torn organ tissue and a seemingly never ending stream of blood.

Returning her focus to her hand, she grabbed the father between two fingers and held him up to her face. Studying him up close, the older Asian man seemed to be in shock - his face being as pale as a ghost's and his lips twitching uncontrollably. Looking the puny man over, she felt her stomach rumble. Figuring what's the worst that could happen, she leaned over and bit his head off. His neck erupted like a sprinkler of blood, and she could hear his mourning wife screaming from her palm. Inside her mouth she chewed his decapitated head to bits in seconds, and was pleasantly surprised at how satisfying it tasted. Without even having swallowed his shattered head's remains, she reached out for another bite, ripping off his torso. His upper body had significantly more taste to it as she devoured his heart, stomach and kidneys, along with his crunchy bones and the blood to wash it down. Each part had its own distinct crunch followed by a unique taste, from hard and crunchy to sweet and smooth. It only took a few chews to completely rip his body apart, but the taste was truly sensational. She eagerly devoured his legs right after, swallowing them within seconds and raising the woman to her lips the moment she was done with her tasty husband. Unlike the father the mother was crying hysterically, that was until Kari bit her top half off at least. The woman's legs collapsed in her hand as she consumed her upper body, sucking every tasty bit of organ tissue and nutrient rich blood out that she could. After just a moment of enjoying the flavor of the dead woman on her tongue, she finished off the legs with another bite and took a moment to relax afterwards. It really was awesome to eat people, if she had known that before, she'd have eaten some of her earlier victims too.

The blood and gore, both coating the bottom of her feet and filling her mouth, was unlike any sensation she had ever experienced in her life. Living in the moment, she grabbed another car from the pile - a green pickup truck yielded one elderly man, who she quickly devoured in two bites, relishing his pleas for mercy as they morphed into screams of pain while he died. Next, a couple in a hybrid of whom she bit both heads off at once. Each time she finished off a meal, she simply tossed the car aside and reached for another, keeping a steady supply of food coming. Her mouth practically couldn't keep up with her hands, as she washed her mouth in blood, devouring two people per minute at least. The sensation of biting a person in half, sucking every ounce of their flavorful filling out of them with her tongue and chewing the bodies was nigh overwhelming in its pleasantness; each person had a slightly different taste, and each car was like opening a box of candy. Her victims all tasted wonderful on her tongue, felt great while she chewed them up and let them glide down her throat as she swallowed their remnants to boot; not to mention the kick she got out of it with each person she killed; a truly magnificent treat, that made Kari feel like a real goddess, one that Kari vowed to gift herself with every mealtime from now on.

After nearly half an hour of biting people to bits and eating them up like sweets, she had devoured the entire car pile's inhabitants, her stomach now satisfied, for the moment at least. However, she wasn't quite done yet. The sock bundle with the boy inside of it, still lay next to her blood soaked feet. She reached out and picked it up, bringing it to her face. A good whiff of the bloodied, sweat and saliva soaked sock was enough to get her mind rolling, and she slowly began to open her mouth. Drops of sweat coated her lips as she slid the entire rolled up sock into her mouth, her taste buds gleefully beckoning the salty taste to grace them again and her eyes becoming half-lidded at the strong aroma. With the entirety of the sock/dead boy bundle in her mouth, her tongue got to work. She coated the whole thing with her saliva, while simultaneously letting her tongue glide over every blood stain she could find, her taste buds practically flaring up in delight each time her tongue made contact with another of those sweet spots. Suddenly remembering the boy inside, she began to compress the bundle with her gigantic tongue. As the sweaty fabric began to squeeze, she could feel a solid mass inside, and delivered all of the pressure she had available. Suddenly she felt a crack inside the sock bundle and a salty warm liquid began to ooze out. She compressed the sock as much as she could possibly manage inside her mouth and felt the boy's body seemingly disintegrate completely between the folds of her sock, as blood and sweat oozed out of the sock, creating somewhat of a gory cocktail of which Kari savored every last drop. She let out a quiet moan through her closed lips and scrunched her toes together in delight. The body of a man who had originally tried to escape her attempt to pile all those cars together was very unlucky and was caught under Kari's right pinky toe. His head burst as she scrunched her toes out of pure joy.

She didn't know how long she sat there, simply extracting every salty drop of blood and sweat from the sock roll in her maw, before she finally took it out of her mouth. She set her saliva soaked sock down next to its twin on the street as she took a moment to lick the bloody remains off of both of her feet, as a desert to her departed brother. Once she had licked her filthy, odorous and bloody feet as clean as she could, she put both of her socks back on and stood to her full height once more. She spent a few moments flattening some of the discarded cars that had housed some of her victims, before quickly getting bored and moving on. It just wasn't the same without someone dying inside.

Kari wandered the streets and crushed a few empty cars in hopes of getting the occasional one with a passenger left in it, but generally found the town to be devoid of life. At first she was disappointed and considered abandoning the town in search of another. However, she was just about to flatten a pickup truck when a flurry of flashing red and blue lights just a few streets away caught her eye. It seems the police finally decided to intervene – way too late to be of any use to the people that had once lived here before getting slaughtered by the 8-year-old giantess; but still early enough to get murdered themselves and Kari was more than happy to do just that. The lights weren't moving, though. It appeared they had set up some sort of blockade for her. She carelessly crushed the empty pickup truck and set off to investigate.

As she strolled down the street, towards the flashing lights, the scene became clearer. There were three police cars parked across the width if the road. She also counted 7 officers accompanying them. Perhaps they were the only men brave enough to stand up to her, or perhaps it really was the town's entire police force. She didn't care in the end, though - either way, they were all about to die a painful death and her feet were about to feel very happy.

As she approached the blockade one of the officers yelled into a megaphone.


He stopped talking when she continued to advance. Even from a good distance away, she could see his face grow pale.

"FIRE! FIRE NOW!" He shouted.

The sound of gunfire exploded throughout the street as all seven officers fired upon her. The bullets bounced off her skin like rubber. They were of no real danger to her, but they still hurt.

"Hey, you little-" She yelled, stopping for a moment and shielding her face with her hands.

"KEEP FIRING!" The officer with the megaphone commanded.

"Alright that's it!" Kari declared, raising her foot into the air as high as she could.

Within the blink of an eye she brought it crashing down into the street full force, creating the strongest quake yet. Her foot went completely through the road and into the earth below, causing a sewer pipe to burst and spew water onto the road. Simultaneously the gunfire stopped, as all of the officers were swept clean off their feet. With a dangerously angry look on her face, Kari stormed over to the little blockade. It only took a few steps to reach them, and she came to a halt with a massive stomp that flattened the lead police car with an explosion of glass and metal. One of the officers to her left attempted to stand back up, gun raised, but before he could even think of regaining his balance, she reached out with her left big toe and pinned him to the ground. He dropped his gun as his body was pressed flat against the pavement, giving a weak cry of pain. She slowly began to press more weight onto his chest, feeling his ribs crack and his chest give way. He have one last halfhearted wheeze before his torso burst and his eyes exploded out of his skull, showering blood over her sock and the pavement underneath.

The sound of another gunshot rang out from her right, and then another. Bullets bounced off her hip as she turned to see that four of the remaining six officers had gotten back to their feet and were shooting at her yet again. One cop was laying on the road clutching his chest, clearly injured and the other, the one with the megaphone simply seemed to be in shock.

Kari took a step forward toward the four officers shooting at her. Her foot landed on the injured man with satisfying pop, though she didn't acknowledge it. The four cops were backing away now, clearly in terror. She took another step. One of them ran out of ammo and dropped his gun to the ground. The other three fired desperately as she took another small step toward them. The policemen continued to back away, but they were running out of room between them and the buildings on the side of the road. She took another small step and crushed the closest man. His companions could hear the split second muffled cry, abruptly cut off by the grinding of bone and the bursting of organs. Blood oozed onto the pavement for the umpteenth time that day. The stench from her socks and feet alone was nearly overwhelming and the literal weight of her giant strides only added to that feeling. She took another step, hard this time. Two of the three remaining men vanished underneath her soles, meeting the same fate as the rest of the people that came before them and leaving only bloodstains on the ground and adding onto the ever growing mass of blood and flesh caking Kari's gigantic, socked feet. The last of the standing cops tried to back up further, but tripped and fell onto his backside, dropping his gun in the process. He made a scramble for the weapon, but it was in vain. She hovered her foot just above him for a moment, before attacking with her toes. She wrapped her toes around his body, pushing him against the pavement and grinding him up like sausage. Her toes scrunched together, pressing the blood out of him and spilling his guts and severed bones onto the sidewalk. She enjoyed this kill especially, pulverizing and churning his body between her toes for a good amount of time.

When she was finally done with the remains of the man between her toes, she turned back to the last remaining cop. The officer with the megaphone was a rather plump man, currently lying flat on the street and pale as a ghost. He stared blankly back up at the giantess, having witnessed the fates of his companions and dreading to imagine his own.

As he watched, she carefully took her right sock off and dropped it to the ground next to her. She then reached her big toe out toward the man in the same fashion as she had done when crushing the first cop - only this time her toenail was exposed. She pressed the massive blade against his waist, wasting no time and digging into his flesh. The man let out a howling scream as she dug her massive toenail into his body, chopping his form cleanly in half. He screamed like a madman as the nail went through his waist. She then pressed her toe flat against the pavement, crushing his legs and leaving his top half wailing for mercy. She let him scream for a few moments, before finally bending down and plucking his top half off the ground. He was bleeding profusely and near unconscious as she raised him up to her face, but he could definitely still see as she dropped him into her mouth. She finished him off in four chews - a nice little treat of blood, a crunchy skull and his soft, juicy heart. Every single one of these bugs deserved to die, if it meant that Kari could have some fun and/or get something tasty to eat out of it; but this nasty maggot was just so annoying that killing him as cruelly as she did was just so satisfying on more levels than the ones she had murdered the other people for.

She swallowed his remains with a decisive gulp, and looked back down at the blood-coated road, as her playful demeanor was temporarily replaced by a cruel grin of satisfaction. She slowly reached down to put her sock back on, taking her time to admire the view, taste and smell. When she was finished, she crushed the two remaining police cars with a crunch and set off once more on the never ending quest to please her feet and stomach.

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Second Person

Title: Yugioh Nitro Girl Domination

Author: VarnocYugioh

Categories: Yu-Gi-Oh!

Characters: OFC, You

Contains: Feet, femdom, forced foot worship

Both of you had 3000 life points left. Your opponent activated his trap Aeon Laser cannon.

"With this card we both take 3000 points of damage." He said.

"That means it'll be a draw." You told him.

"Not if I play this." Your opponent said, revealing his other trap card, Aeon Rations. "This will only cause me to lose 2000 life points, meaning I win."

"I can't believe I lost." You said to yourself.

The figure chuckled and said "Nitro, I need you," While he held up a card.

Suddenly a young girl came out of the card. She looked like she was wearing a dragon cosplay.

"What is it?" She said.

The figure pulled down his hood revealing his face. He was a young man with brown eyes and brownish hair.

He said "You remember that little talk we had?"

"Of course." The dragon replied. "How could I forget?"

"Well…" The man began. "He's all yours." As he pointed to you.

"Really? This will be fun." Said the girl as she turned to you with an evil grin that sent shivers down your spine.

The man walked away leaving the two of you alone. Now you were scared. You had no idea what she was going to do to you.

She walked to you and grabbed your face with one hand. She turned your head left and right to get a good look.

"Hmm. Not bad." She said.

She grinned again.

"On the ground." She ordered.

You just stood there dumbfounded.

She spit fire onto her hand. You didn't want her to barbeque you alive so you obeyed and got on your hands and knees.

"Good. Now you're going to lick my boots." She said. "So get to it."

"No." You told her.

"What?" She growled as she hosted you up by the collar of your shirt.

The flame in her hand flared up.

Fearing for your life you said "Okay. I'll be good."

Nitro Dragon tossed you onto the ground rather hard.

You crawled over to her feet and started licking the top of her boot. It tasted like metal. Luckily it wasn't cold so your mouth didn't stick. You kept licking her boot trying to clean all the filth off of it. She placed her other foot on top of your head to hold you in place. While you were licking you actually scraped her boot with your teeth. When she noticed this she kicked you back. She used the fire in her hand to heat her boot so it would return to its original shape.

She motioned for you come to her then she said "If you scrape my boot again you'll be sorry."

Then you continued your boot licking.

She told you stop and then she examined your work.

"Hm. Not bad." She said.

You couldn't tell by her expression if she was pleased or not.

She then sat on a nearby rock and told you to lick the bottom of her boot.

You crawled over and did as she told you. You decided to give up trying to resist to just get this over with as quick as possible.

You slowly licked the sole of the left boot. After a few minutes you were done and she told you to move on to her right boot. You continued licked her right boot starting with the top. After a little of work you were done. Then you moved to the sole of her right boot. After another few minutes you were done.

She examined both of her boots. Then said "Good Slave" as she patted your head.

You wondered if she would make you clean her boots again. At least you were done with that disgusting task. Or were you?

A/N This was contributed by VarnocYugioh and I seriously recommend checking out his DeviantArt page.

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Title: Star Wars Feet – The Secrets of The Jedi Temple

Author: AkaiTheGuy

Categories: Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Yoda, Aayla Secura

Contains: Feet, femdom, forced foot worship

Sunlight shined brightly through the windows of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, illuminating the room Ahsoka Tano trained in, alongside a dozen or so other apprentices.

They were in a circle facing inward, listening to Master Yoda speak at the circles centre.

"Feel the force, inside must you." He said, raising a hand, causing a small ball to rise from the ground. "Try now, all of you."

Ahsoka looked down, like the other apprentices; she too had a ball at her feet. She lifted her left arm, palm facing upwards and focused on the ball. Not a moment later it rose from the ground and levitated in front of her face, just like she knew it would. She was already more than proficient in using the force; she didn't see why Master Anakin insisted she attend these dull classes.

"It'll be fun, snips." Is what Anakin said when he first told her about the classes.

Suddenly the ball fell to the ground.

"A problem, is there, Padawan Tano?" Yoda asked.

"No master.." She said, noting that all the other apprentices were having no trouble with their balls (haha).

"Troubled, you seem, young one." Yoda says.

"It's just...I already know all of this, why must I learn it again?" Ahsoka asks, feeling a bit embarrassed being put in the spotlight.

"Hmm, know it, do you? Why does your ball drop then?" Yoda asks light-heartedly "Keep practicing."

"Yes master.." Ahsoka sighs.

Across the room sat a master jedi of the Twi'lek race, she sat in a dark corner of the room so no one, aside from Master Yoda of course, had noticed her presence.

Aalya wore usual jedi attire, consisting of a black hooded cloak, black under shirt and black tights that went down into black leather boots. Her boots were typically cleaned to a shine but she had just come back from a mission to Tatooine so they were still caked with mud, dirt and sand. She'd have to get them cleaned soon.

She watched the Padawans hone their force abilities by causing a small metal ball to levitate, something she personally could do with the greatest of ease.

She watched one padawan in particular, Ahsoka Tano. Aalya had first seen the young Togrutan girl roughly a month ago and ever since Aalya couldn't get her out of her mind. She'd read everything there was about the young girl in the Jedi archives and had even taking to following her around. Technically Aalya was stalking the Apprentice, but she didn't like that word, she preferred to call it observing.

Either way, Aalya had nefarious plans for the young padawan. Plans that she intended to put into action quite soon.

Across the room, the class was over and Master Yoda had dismissed the apprentices. Though as luck would have it, it seemed that Yoda had asked Ahsoka to stay behind and clean up the training balls.

Ahsoka got to her knees, gathering up the balls when she heard faint footsteps behind her. She turned around to find a green skinned Twi'lek clad in black approach her.

"Greetings Padawan Ahsoka." The women said "I am Jedi Master Aalya."

Ahsoka quickly dropped the few balls in her hands and stood to greet her.

"Hello master.." Ahsoka said politely, bowing her head slightly.

"I couldn't help but notice your little mishap during the class." Aalya said, gesturing to the balls.

"Oh yes…I was distracted, master." Ahsoka said; a bit embarrassed.

"If you'd like, I could show you a few things." Aalya offered, she was a master when it came to using the force.

Ahsoka looked at the Jedi Master for a moment; she could feel something strange coming from the master. She couldn't quite place what it was but it made her feel a bit uneasy. Though, Master Aalya seemed nice enough and the smile she currently had appeared sincere enough, so Ahsoka agreed.

"Thank you Master, that would be nice." Ahsoka said "Where do we begin?"

"We will be covering two things, force telekinesis and the mind trick." Aalya said smiling; Ahsoka was falling right into her trap.

Aalya pointed to a chair across the room and calmly said "See if you can move that over here."

"Easy." Ahsoka said, extending her arms and focusing.

A moment later, the chair levitated a bit off the ground and slowly floated over to the two until it was a few feet away, at which point, the chair lowered to the ground.

"Wonderful, Padawan. Now for the mind trick, try it on me." Aalya praised, confident that she could withstand the padawan's meagre abilities.

"Um…anything I should say particularly, master?" Ahsoka asked.

"Whatever comes to mind, young one." Aalya says.

"You will clean up the training balls." Ahsoka said, waving her arm across Aalya's face.

"I don't think so, Padawan." Aalya said, though she was completely unfazed by the attempt. "It was a good try, once more."

Ahsoka closed her eyes, focused harder and waved her hand across Aalya's face again.

"You will pick up the balls." Ahsoka ordered.

Aalya felt the slightest bit compelled to obey the Padawan's order but managed to easily resist without showing it.

"Is that all you've got?" Aalya taunted, smirking at the Padawan's attempt.

"No." Ahsoka said, now a bit annoyed and tries again. "You will clean up the training balls."

"No thank you. Now then, allow me to demonstrate and resist as long as you can." Aalya says smiling, watching Padawan's fail always entertained her and she'd love to continue watching Ahsoka's futile attempts but she had plans that needed carrying out.

"Yes master.." Ahsoka said, hanging her head in defeat.

"Padawan, get on your knees." Aalya said with a wave of her hand, not putting very much effort into her first attempt.

"No." Ahsoka said putting a hand on her head, she did feel compelled to carry out the strange order but only slightly.

"Ahsoka, on your knees." Aalya said, trying again, this time with slightly more effort.

"Master...I don't feel well.." Ahsoka said weakly, resting her head in her hands. "Can we stop?"

"Her will is unexpectedly strong, but no matter. She will break soon enough." Aalya thought a bit annoyed, she of course enjoyed the uneasiness she was currently causing the padawan but, nevertheless, it was interfering with her plan and therefore must end.

"Padawan, on your knees." Aalya ordered calmly but sternly, focusing her mind on the force ability she was using. She added more effort than she had previously, either Ahsoka would obey her command or she'd be left standing there nauseous, the thought of both sounded appealing to the Jedi master.

Ahsoka swayed back and forth, a mix of determination and a bit of pain clear on her face ,her knees nearly buckled but she managed to resist, barely.

"Good…good, Master Anakin is training you well." Aalya says calmly, a bit annoyed that the padawan had resisted but she could see it, Ahsoka wouldn't be able to withstand much more...just one little push would drop to her knees and put her at Aalya's mercy.

"Master...please head hurts so much..." Ahsoka weakly pleaded.

Aalya took a moment to take in the sight of the Padawan, she looked uneasy, unsteady and sickly. It was quite the sight to behold; the Jedi mind trick always worked wonders on a person after back to back uses. If one couldn't use it to make another blindly obey, then making them feel like death was the next best option.

"Ahsoka, on your knees." Aalya ordered slowly.

The Jedi Master watched with a wicked smile as the Padawan dropped to her knees, her eyes cast upon the ground and Aalya's boots.

"Now that I have you.." Aalya said, circling around the helpless Padawan "..what should I have you do first I wonder?"

" doing this? Ahsoka asked.

"Because I can, of course." Aalya said, coming to a standstill behind the weak Padawan. "Now then, should I make you lick my boots first, or just skip right to my feet?"

"…Let me...go.." Ahsoka said.

"I've decided." Aalya said, firmly placing her left foot on Ahsoka's back and pushing her to the floor. "You'll clean my boots first."

Using Ahsoka's back as a metaphorical stepping stone, Aalya walked in front of her, so that the Padawan's head rested at the master's feet. Aalya nudged Ahsoka's head with the toe of her boot.

"Padawan, lick your masters boots." Aalya ordered, looking down at the generally pathetic and unmoving pile of Padawan at her feet.

A few seconds went by and Ahsoka continued to lay there, Aalya began to grow impatient.

"Let's go, Padawan" Aalya said, using the force to lift Ahsoka's head off the ground. Aalya took a step forward and released her hold on the Padawan's head, allowing it to drop on top of Aalya's boots.

"Master…they're so dirty." Ahsoka said lifting her head a bit, gaining back some of her strength.

"And when you're done, they'll be shining. Won't they?" Aalya sneered.

"Please master...don't make me..." Ahsoka pleaded weakly.

"You will lick my boots Padawan." Aalya said, using the mind trick on the still weakened girl.

"I will, master." Ahsoka said blankly, blindly following the order and placing her tongue on the top of Aalya's right boot.

"Finally." Aalya said smiling, using the force again on the helpless girl. "You will continue until I say otherwise."

"Yes master..." Ahsoka answered blankly, obediently moving her tongue around the top of Jedi Masters right boot, leaving clear lines in the dirt and grime.

A few minutes pass...

"How's that dirt taste, young one?" Aalya asked "I brought it all the way from Tatooine for you."

"It's horrible…" Ahsoka groaned as she licked the side of Aalya's right boot.

"I'd hope so. Now do the left." Alta ordered, roughly shoving the boot in Ahsoka's face.

Ahsoka quietly began licking the top of the Jedi Masters dirty boot. The effects of the Jedi mind trick had mostly worn off, she still felt a bit uneasy but that was mostly due to the Tatooine dirt settling in her stomach. Ahsoka's tongue and most of her face had been covered in dirt as well, making the young jedi quite the pitiful sight as she licked the Masters boots like a dog.

Another few minutes slowly passed on with Master Aalya taunting Ahsoka while the Padawan subserviently licked the tops and sides of her boots.

"Alright. Time for the real fun to begin." Aalya said, waving her hand. Ahsoka felt herself being slightly lifted from the ground and suddenly found herself lying on her back, staring upwards at the bottom of one of Master Aalya's boots, which was caked with dirt.

"Master no! That's disgusting." Ahsoka said, seeing the sight of the dirt ridden boot. She tried to sit up to possibly escape but was stopped by Aalya's boot coming down on her face, forcing her to the ground.

"That, Padawan, was a mistake." Aalya said angrily, grinding the sole of her boot against Ahsoka's face. "Now clean them, unless you want me to make things so much worse."

"Okay!...okay.." Ahsoka said defeated.

Aalya lifted her boot for a moment and laughed evilly at the poor Padawan, her face was covered with dirt and sand. And it would only get worse from there.

"Have fun down there!" Aalya taunted, lowering her right boot down to the Padawan's face. Ahsoka stared at the bottom of the dirt encrusted boot for a second and took a deep breath. This wouldn't be fun.

Closing her eyes, Ahsoka stuck out her tongue and felt it come into contact with the dirt. She almost threw up it was that bad, licking the other parts of the boots was horrible enough. This just tasted like Master Aalya had stood in a pile of sewage.

Eyes still closed, Ahsoka drug her tongue slowly upwards, every millimetre was a horrific buffet of nastiness. Bits of dirt and grime fell from the boot she went, falling onto her face and into her mouth.

"This is so gross..." Ahsoka thought as of clumps of dirt fell to her face.

Ahsoka continued to subserviently lick the boot, with every lick the dirt gradually became muddy. But she kept at it, despite how much she was hating her current predicament.

Aalya suddenly moved her boot away from the Padawan and inspected the boots bottom.

"Hmm...not to bad." Aalya said, her boot bottom had been licked to bright shine. Aalya looked down at Ahsoka with a satisfied grin, the Padawan's face was now smeared with mud.

"Master...can I go now?" Ahsoka pleaded, she looked and felt horrible on account of the mud that was plastered on her face and all the dirt that was currently in her stomach.

"You want to go? No, not yet. We're only half way done, padawan." Aalya laughed, planting her left boot firmly on Ahsoka's face.

"Please…no more Master." Ahsoka whimpered under the boot.

"Less whining, more cleaning." Aalya ordered, wiggling her shoe in the padawan's face.

"Ugh…I hate this so much..." Ahsoka moaned as she began licking the grossness from Aalya's boot.

"How's it taste?" Aalya taunted.

Ahsoka didn't answer; she just quietly continued to lick the mud from the Masters boot, trying to ignore the nasty taste.

A few minutes slowly trudge along..

"Well my young friend..." Aalya said, moving her now clean boot from Ahsoka's face and walked towards the door.

"Come here tomorrow Padawan, you'll have the honour of licking my feet next time." Aalya said before she left.

Ahsoka laid there, sprawled out on the floor, her face covered in dirt and mud, dreading the coming events of tomorrow.

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Title: Lisa's Volunteer Test Subject
Author: Chaos
Categories: The Simpsons
Characters: Lisa Simpson, Bart Simpson, Marge Simpson
Contains: Shrinking, Licking, Vore, Underage

Jeffery took a deep breath as he walked up to a spiky-haired elementary school girl that was quickly becoming infamous around Springfield. Her name was Lisa Simpson or as she was known as, the Bully Eater. The details were vague but rumor had it she invented a size-changing device for her school science fair and tested it on one of the local bullies. The device succeeded in shrinking the bully down, but couldn't return him to his original size. From what Jeffery had heard, Lisa decided to spare the bully living his life as a miniature pet and found a use for the tiny human as a snack. Bullies must be pretty tasty because after Lisa ate one she was hooked and began decimating the bully population by devouring anyone that lifted a fist towards nerds. The adults knew and were too lazy or stupid to care, as was normal in Springfield, so Lisa continued her purge, working on her device, as her unlucky test subjects became a part of her growing body.

"Are you Lisa Simpson?"

The middle Simpson child turned to see a lanky, blond teenager coming up to her with a nervous smile. She had just gotten out of school and it was strange seeing a teenager around these parts. Nodding a little bit uncertainly, she was unprepared for the boy to grab her hand and start shaking it enthusiastically.

"My names Jeffery. I heard about your size-changing device and I had to meet you. It's pure genius! Mastering the power to alter people's size will not only revolutionize the world but it is pretty cool too!"

Lisa blushed at the praise, not used to anyone acknowledging her genius or calling her cool. Taking her hand back, she smiled up at the teen, no longer feeling uncomfortable with her fellow science nerd. "Thank you so much, it certainly hasn't been easy, especially with the lack of new test subjects. I've run out of bullies to test my device on so I'm relying on volunteers but no one has been brave enough to step up to help me save the world."

Sighing, Lisa looked at the young man, admiring his smooth skin and firm body. He was so close she could smell him and Lisa found herself licking her lips. Coughing into her hand and getting her mind cleared, she smiled up at Jeffery shyly. "If you really think my work will revolutionize the world then maybe you won't mind volunteering? I should warn you, I haven't gotten the device to work yet and if I can't regrow you then you'll be sharing the exact same fate as all the bullies I ate."

Jeffery was taken aback by the offer and knew exactly what Lisa meant when she said he'd share the bully's fate. If she couldn't regrow him then he was going to become her poop. Looking at this young girl and imaging himself moving through her digestive tract, being slowly broken down and then pushed out as a lump of shit, made him pause. However, once he thought about how he could help with a scientific breakthrough and how cool it would be working with a genius like Lisa, he readily agreed.

"I'm in!" He confidently said, grinning at the shy little girl. He had the utmost confidence in Lisa to figure her device out and successfully shrink and regrow him to normal. Three hours later that confidence all but evaporated.

"Are you sure you've tried everything?" Jeffery asked as he paced around Lisa's desk frantically. She had taken him home and shrunken him instantly, immediately running tests on him to see how she could restore him to normal. It had been strange and frightening being only a few inches tall; he was no bigger than one of Lisa's chubby fingers. He watched the young girl work, amazed at first, but slowly becoming scared as every test failed to do anything. It was becoming apparent that he was stuck at this edible size.

"I'm really sorry Jeffery, but I have to call it quits. It's getting late and I have homework to finish," Lisa said sadly, upset not only for failing to fix her device but letting Jeffery down as well. She had really been hoping to celebrate her breakthrough with him when he was back to normal. That wasn't going to happen, Jeffery was going to be tiny forever and the worst part was that all that testing had really worked up Lisa's appetite.

"I know you're really disappointed, but I was wondering if I could still have you for dinner? I mean, I did tell you this would happen if I failed to restore you," Lisa said awkwardly. It was so much easier eating bullies because they were rude. Jeffery was a really nice guy, which made Lisa feel a little bit bad about eating him. Although, not bad enough to spare him a trip to her stomach.

"Are you sure there aren't any other options for me?" Jeffery looked at the towering child, his eyes moving to her midsection. She wanted him to go there, slowly melt away and becoming nothing but nutrition for her growing body. Just thinking about that made him tremble.

"Oh…well you can stay in my Malibu Stacy dream house until I'm ready for further tests," Lisa muttered softly. Looking at the tiny teen tugged at her heartstrings, but it also made her mouth water. It was a struggle between her hunger for young, shrunken flesh and her desire to be a good, hospitable person. "I'll be honest with you Jeffery. I'd much rather eat you than keep you in my dream house like a pet. I did warn you after all that I'd eat you if I failed, but I understand if you can't follow through."

"Lisa I…" Jeffery began to say but paused as he saw Lisa looking down. She seemed so disappointed, he never realized how much she wanted to eat him. He knew he had agreed to be food, but he didn't think he'd have to go through with it. As the guilt over breaking his word got stronger, he gritted his teeth and blurted out, "Fine! You can have me for dinner."

"Thank you, Jeffery! I promise I won't forget you. It's so rare to see honest, upright people like you. Thank you so much. Now let's get those clothes off and we'll head downstairs for dinner."

As Jeffery closed his eyes, trying to fully accept what he had just agreed to, Lisa's last words hit hm. Suddenly panicking again, his eyes shot open in alarm. "You want me to do what now?"

Ten minutes later, Jeffery was sitting naked on Lisa's plate in the Simpson's dining room, covering his crotch as he watched the family eat. He was reminded of wild animals gobbling down their meal as the Simpson's ate. The naked teen avoided looking at the ravenous family, focusing on Lisa as she argued with her brother.

Bart was complaining about how Jeffery got to be naked at the table but he didn't, while Lisa pointing out that it was different for Jeffery because he was food before apologizing for being so blunt. Jeffery didn't mind the candor, but he really wished he could have kept his clothes. Lisa had told him upstairs that clothing would ruin his taste so he agreed. He had already decided to let Lisa eat him, what was a little humiliation after agreeing to that?

"Hey dude, I bet you'd like to be my dinner and not my dweeby sisters'. If I ate you then you'd become a cool guys poop rather then nerd turds," Bart said as his grubby little hand reached for Jeffery. Lisa pulled the plate away, sending Jeffery sliding along the smooth surface. The young girl glared at her brother. Upset to have her meal nearly stolen.

"Mom! Bart tried to eat my dinner!"

"Bart let Lisa eat her dinner! I'm sure it would much rather prefer to be your sister's doody then yours."

"Mom! Don't call him it, that's rude."

Honestly, they could call Jeffery anything they wanted; he just wanted them to stop screaming. He thought the worst thing that could happen to him today was being eaten, but everyone's loud voices made it feel like his tiny head was going to explode. Lisa put back down the plate and smiled at him sympathetically, she knew the headache her family's antics could cause all too well.

"Are you ready Jeffery? One last sacrifice to help me change the world." Being her food didn't mean as much to her as it did for Jeffery, but she still considered it a noble action. Knowing there was no backing out, Jeffery nodded his head and watched the telephone pole sized fork lower towards him. He slowly got on, relishing his final moments before officially becoming food. The fork lifted up, carrying him high above the table on a direct flight towards Lisa's mouth. He watched her mouth open up, the glistening teeth and pink tongue making him squirm. Her hot breath blew over his naked body to give him goose bumps.

"It was nice knowing you, li…" Jeffery was cut off as Lisa shoved him and the fork into her yawning maw. Suddenly, Jeffery was surrounded by wet, slippery flesh and his words died on his tongue. On a scientific level, the inside of the human mouth was fascinating, but as a young, shrunken man, it was freaking terrifying. He was still studying his surrounding when Lisa tilted the fork and he fell off his perch, landing face first on the tongue. Saliva gushed around him as he landed, soaking him instantly. Groaning, he lifted his head and watched the fork leave him behind. The last thing he'd ever see was a Lisa's tooth closing together, leaving him blind in the hot, wet maw.

"Mmmmmmm," Lisa moaned as the flavor of the teen hit her taste buds. He was sweet, with a hint of saltiness that only enhanced the flavor. This was her pleasure food. Homer had doughnuts and she had shrunken people. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed her tiny volunteer to his fullest, sucking the flavor off every inch of his delectable body.

Jeffery closed his eyes as he was tossed and rolled around on Lisa's tongue like a piece of candy. She had gotten good at manhandling tiny people with her slippery tongue as Jeffery was learning. His back was pinned against the top of her mouth as her tongue slid over him. He shuddered violently, not from fear or disgust, but from the spongy flesh grinding into her crotch. He could feel his manhood swell at the young girl's assault, saliva spattering all over his cock and balls, as she tasted even his most private area. It only took a few licks before much to his growing shame he experienced an intense orgasm. As soon as his seed splattered across his body, Lisa licked it away like it had never been there. Whimpering in utter humiliation, Jeffery hoped to God that Lisa didn't realize what he'd done.

Lisa lowered her head and blushed at the extra salty taste on her tongue. This wasn't the first time this had happened, but it was still really awkward to have you meal cum in your mouth. As her family continued eating, she kept sucking on her treat like nothing had happened. She was kind of happy that Jeffery got some pleasure from being her food. At least he was done now and she could resume licking him as she pleased.

"No!" Jeffery screamed out, his cry becoming a coughing fit as he was forced to swallow Lisa's saliva. He was hard again. Lisa was moving him along the bottom of her tongue, squeezing him in between her bottom teeth and the pink, flailing beast. With the slimy flesh pressing into him, his cock hardened and quickly he was cumming again. Near tears he was lifted free and sloshed around the mouth, the pressure and wet surrounding returned his cock to full hardness for the third time. As he slammed into the middle of Lisa's tongue he shuddered as yet another orgasm hit him. Curling up into a ball on her tongue he was near tears. Not only was he food, but a little girl had also gotten him off three times by sheer accident. He had never felt lower and he almost craved to be swallowed to put an end to her humiliation.

Lisa had tasted all his orgasms; the salty taste had actually made her meal slightly better. It was still embarrassing, but judging by her meal curling up on her tongue she bet it was worse for him than her. Taking pity on her food, she leaned her head back and slowly begun to swallow. Things might have become a little bit weird by the end, but she had truly enjoyed her meal. Jeffery was a real treat, even if he had trouble keeping his teenage hormones under control.

As his surrounding tilted and Jeffery felt himself being sucked back towards the throat, his shame was replaced by a burst of pure, unadulterated fear. Scrambling around on the tongue, his life flashed before his eyes and suddenly nothing mattered but living. He tried to scream for Lisa but the air was sucked out of his lungs as she swallowed. Desperate, he wrapped his arms and legs around her tongue as hard as he could, not even caring that he was pressing his cock into her tongue again. All that mattered was survival. He held tight as a wave of saliva hit him hard and the pressure increasing. Lisa had been trying to swallow him gently, but now she was taking a much harder swallow. Jeffery held on for dear life, but it was pointless. Another wave of spittle knocked him back, dragging him straight into the throat. He clawed at the back of Lisa's tongue as he went over, but nothing could stop him. Once he had agreed to be Lisa's food no force in the universe was going to save him.

Lisa finally felt her meal go down, squirming all the way to her stomach. She wasn't surprised her little volunteer had second thoughts, but she just couldn't spit him out, that would just be gross. Feeling a bit of gas building in her stomach, she grabbed a napkin and covered her mouth as she let out a burp. It was just a dainty, little burp, but after hearing and seeing her father and brother's big, vulgar belches she preferred to cover her mouth whenever she had gas.

Ignoring her brother as he started making faces at her, Lisa focused on the sensation of her meal moving around inside her. She smiled sympathetically down at her stomach as she patted it through her dress. This was all for the best; when he volunteered he had agreed to be her dinner if things didn't work out. It was only right he make good on his word.

"Sorry Jeffery but I'm sure you'd understand if you were in my position," Lisa whispered, the fluttering feelings in her belly increased as he squirmed around. Jeffery was trapped in her hellish gut, slowly being broken down as his fleshy prison churned around him. His cries went unheard and no matter how hard he punched and kicked the stomach lining he would not escape.

Lisa went upstairs to start on her homework but her mind never drifted far from thoughts of Jeffery as he slowly melted away inside her body and was reduced to next morning's bowel movement. The next volunteer would be luckier than Jeffery, she promised herself even as she licked her lips at the thought of another shrunken meal.

A/N Once again a big thank you to Chaos for allowing me to post this here, I highly recommend you guys go check out their account if you enjoyed this fic.

aryion . c o m


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Title: Ghostly Feet: Kitty
Co-Written with Darkness Rissing
Categories: Danny Phantom
Characters: Danny Fenton, Paulina Sanchez, Kitty
Cameos: Jazz Fenton
Warning Contains: Foot fetish, Possession, Foot Smelling, Sweaty Feet, Hispanic Girl, Ghost, Foot Job
Started: 21/11/2017
Finished: 22/11/2017


It was a warm summer day in Amity Park, a rather quiet morning, there had been no ghosts, no chaos, explosions or anything that normally filled day to day like in Amity Park and the citizens were taking advantage of it, enjoying the calm warm day in any way they could.

"Ugh this is hell." Cursed a young girl as she walked along, there was always one exception. "Why in the name of the Zone does this girl even own shoes like these…they're like medieval torture implements." The young Hispanic girl possessed ebony hair reaching down to the centre of her back and had blue eyes; she wore a low cut pink shirt and light blue pants that highlighted her curves and blue high heels.

Paulina grunted with each step she took as she approached towards the rather obnoxious building with a giant metallic neon sign that read 'FENTON WORKS'.

"Shoes are meant to be comfortable first, look good second…not look cute but be agony to wear…ugh I should have taken over that goth chick…those boots would be much more comfortable." Her eyes briefly flashing red as Kitty briefly exposed herself in frustration, after her boyfriend Johny had once again spent their time together ogling other girls she had finally grown sick of his antics and had decided to give him a taste of his own medicine by possessing the girl she now controlled and lassoed Danny into a relationship. At first she had only done it to make him jealous but she'd actually started to grow feelings for the halfa…he was so nice; he treated her a lot better than her previous boyfriend.

She soon came to the door and lightly knocked, she heard muffled movement on the other side, followed by locks turning. The door opened to reveal the form of Jasmine Fenton, Kitty hesitated as she took in the sight of the other girl, she had aqua blue eyes and long auburn hair that stretched down to her hips; she wore an aqua headband, a black long-sleeved shirt, aqua pants and black flats. It was awkward for Kitty every time she interacted with the girl as all she could think of was how she'd tried to possess her, make her body permanently hers, and it wasn't a bad looking one but been the sister of her new boyfriend…yeah awkward was the word for it.

"Oh…hey Paulina." Jazz greeted her, she always seemed mildly surprised to see her, it hadn't taken Kitty much to realize that this body didn't naturally belong to the halfa's world and she had been questioned on her actions more times than she cared for.

"Hey, is Danny home?" She asked in her usual hyper tone, she hated this tone, it made her inwardly cringe but it was effective, though since Phantom had learned the truth she had opted to talk more naturally which was a big relief for her.

"Err yeah; he's up in his room." The redhead answered as she stepped aside to allow her to enter.

"Thank you." She inwardly cringed at the tone as she stepped past the girl and made her way up the stairs.

"Ugh…whoa." Kitty stumbled around the fifth step, barely catching herself on the railing. "Stupid heels, who the hell even invented these things?" She growled, she glanced behind her to see Jazz looking at her with an odd expression. "So I can have their autograph…they are so cute don't you think?" She said quickly in that hyper tone again.

"Yeah…I think I'll stick with my flats…those don't look too comfortable." Jazz said before walking towards the kitchen.

"You don't know the half of it." Kitty grunted, her grip increasing on the railing as she resumed her ascension of the stairs. Eventually she reached the upstairs landing and made her way to Danny's room, lightly knocking on the closed door out of curtesy, also walking in on Johny jacking off was more than enough.

She didn't have to wait long, the door opened to reveal a surprised Daniel Fenton, obviously not expecting her to drop by; the raven haired boy was wearing his usual white t-shirt with a thin red collar, red cuffs and a red circle in the middle, light blue jeans and red-and-white sneakers. His expression soon became one of annoyance and mild irritation.

"What do you want Kitty?" He greeted, he still didn't like that she blackmailed him and used Paulina with so little remorse.

"What? Can't a girl visit her boyfriend just because she wants to?" Kitty replied with a mocking hurt tone only to stumble once again as she shifted in place. "Ugh look can I please come in before I break my neck?...You can't imagine the agony it was walking here in these heels." Allowing her pained expression to show.

"Then why'd you wear them?" Danny frowned.

"Because that's all she has…heels, heels and more bloody heels." Kitty whined, Danny sighed before finally stepping aside and allowing her to enter his room.

"Thank you." She breathed, stumbling into the room and falling onto the bed, pulling off her right shoe. "Ah that's better." She sighed, wiggling her now bare toes as she felt the throbbing pain slowly starting to dull, reaching down she started massage her own foot. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." She groaned.

"D-Do? Do what?" He asked, nervously scratching the back of his neck nervously, as he followed the movements of the foot.

Kitty seemed to ignore him at the moment as she worked her hot foot, unnaturally stiff from the shoe. "Ahh this…" She pulled off her remaining heel, resisting the urge to hurl it across the room. "I swear I don't know what this girl has for brains to wear these things every day…" She lifted her leg, rotating her foot. "I swear every step was pure agony."

She Hispanic girl pulled her knee up to her chest, lightly kneading her reddened sole with her fingers; she glanced up to see Danny averting his eyes, his cheeks tinged with a dark green blush as he continued to scratch the back of his neck.

"Well Paulina did always prefer appearance over practicality." Danny said nervously.

"I noticed." Kitty muttered. "Are you alright?" She asked; her kneading slowing as she focused her full attention on the young halfa.

"Huh…yeah I'm fine." Kitty found herself repressing a giggle, Phantom could be cute at times…it was oddly refreshing after been with someone so cocky as Johny, and his pension for making innuendos whenever he could.

She smiled softly.

"What?" Danny asked; a little unnerved seeing the soft expression on the admittedly mean girl, possessed by a ghost who was blackmailing him.

Kitty giggled again.

"You're so adorable." She slid back until her back pressed against the wall, leaning back against it, one foot still stretching past the side of the bed while crossing her other leg over the first, continuing to rub her sole.

Danny pouted, his gaze narrowing into a half-hearted glare as his blush deepened in colour and spreading over his cheeks, eliciting another giggle from the possessed girl, he found himself looking down in embarrassment, his throat becoming dry as he found himself inadvertently staring at the girl's tanned foot, noting the reddened and rather damp looking sole, he suppressed a shiver as he felt the onsets of an erection beginning.

Kitty wiggled her toes, Danny's blush spreading and his erection hardening, starting to bulge slightly in his pants.

"So cute…but come on; what's up?" She pressed.

"It's nothing." He refused to hold eye contact at all now.

"Danny." Her voice was serious, her eyes flashing scarlet in warning, he sighed.

"Err…it's just…well…" Danny stuttered, looking away from her. "Your…or rather Paulina's feet…they…they are…umm…cute…I guess…" He was rubbing the back of his neck again, positively glowing green.

"Cute?" Kitty mimicked, glancing down at her throbbing feet.

"Yeah…I…*cough* sort of…like feet…" Danny said. "And as you can guess…I really like…Paulina's feet."

"Oh?" Kitty tilted her head with a curious expression.

"Yeah…I…like feet…I actually have wanted to…play with Paulina's…for a while…" Danny still wouldn't look at her, Kitty smiled, he was so cute.

"Well…if you like them…maybe you could rub them and make them better?" Kitty asked, wiggling her toes, giggling at the halfa's startled expression as he turned back round. He was so cute, it was a harmless kink and he was getting so flustered, compared to Johny, so cute and tame, this was nothing and he could barely string a sentence together.

"R-Really?" So cute.

"Yeah, I'd actually appreciate it Danny." She winked, Danny's eyes widened he felt like he was blushing from head to toe, his rod now straining against his pants, sliding his hands into his pocket as he stepped forward, discreetly trying to reposition it to make it less noticeable, much to Kitty's amusement.

"After all my feet could really need a good rub right now, after walking here in those bloody heels…and I am a little curious about this side of you Danny." She winked again as Danny kneeled by the bed, squirming in place slightly, his pants growing tighter, oh Kitty was loving this, he was so cute. She extended her right leg further, presenting him with her naked, moist foot. "So have at it Danny." She winked again, smirking as his blush spread further.

Danny swallowed dryly as he hesitantly lifted his hands, taking hold of her foot, it felt so warm, her sole damp with, he felt his pants tighten, no doubt in his mind that he was fully erect as he started to knead the Hispanic girl's sole.

"Mmm that feels nice, thank you Danny." Kitty moaned; the feeling of Danny's cool hands on her hot soles was like heaven. "You know you're really good at this." She edged forward a little, allowing her 'boyfriend' an easier hold on her foot.

"Th-Thank you." Danny blushed as he began to knead the base of her moist toes, she could get used to this. Her gaze fell to the boy's lap; a sly smile spreading across her lips, 'And looks like he could too.'

"I hope my feet aren't too stinky, I don't even know how you can even handle it." Kitty giggled, smirking as Danny squirmed in place; she wiggled her toes, licking at her canines cheekily.

"They don't stink…"

"Prove it." Kitty smirked, he squirmed again and began to inch forward; he pressed his face into the tanned sole, pushing his nose between her toes and inhaled deeply, gasping as he began to take several deep breaths of her foot scent.

Danny groaned into her sole, savouring the sweet scent, like Doritos mixed with her lavender scented foot lotion.

"How do they smell?"

Danny pulled back and swallowed again. "The-They s-smell r-really good." He stuttered, Kitty smirked as she inched forward, her other foot falling over the bed and into her boyfriend's lap, touching down on something rather hard beneath his pants, her smirk grew as he flinched at the light contact.

"You really do like it don't you." Kitty said as she lightly began to rub her foot against his pants, feeling his throbbing rod beneath the clothing.

"Ahh I'm sorry…" Danny moaned, Kitty pressed her other foot firmly against his face, it felt rather good actually.

"Don't apologise Danny." She winked again, eyeing him lustfully, making eye contact between her toes before sliding her foot down and recapturing his nose between her toes, the faint imprint of her foot left behind on his face, over his eyes and forehead, his cock twitching in within his pants.

"It seems a bit tight in there." She giggled glancing down at his erection. "You can take it out if you like."

Danny's breath caught in his throat. "Ahh but…umm a-are you…" Danny soon found his response muffled by Paulina's moist sole, squirming in place as Kitty applied more pressure.

"Shh it's okay; you can take it out if you want." She said softly.

Shaking Dany slowly moved his hands to his crotch, Kitty briefly lifting her foot from his crotch, leaving a faint foot print behind. The halfa unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling down the waistband of his underwear, allowing his hard cock to spring free, fully erect, eliciting a small gasp of relief at the ease of pressure.

"Mmm no wonder they looked so tight." Kitty giggled. 'Point for Danny.' She mused, comparing sizes.

Her hot foot dropped back down, pressing her big toe against the base of hid cock before slowly tracing a trail up along the length of his cock, her boyfriend shuddering as his back arched and he bit back a moan. Her foot dropped back down and she forced the base of the cock between her toes, smirking at the straining of the gap of her big and second toe caused by the throbbing cock.

"Hehehe well you have been a good boyfriend so here's your reward." She said in a seductive tone as she began to move her toes up and down Danny's cock.

"Ummm Kitty ahhh." Danny gasped in pleasure, his voice cracking as he felt her soft foot moving up and down his raging member, sending shocks throughout his body.

"Come on Danny." He heard Kitty groan. "It's not fair if you get all the fun." Grinding her foot against his face for emphasis.

Gasping, Danny took hold of her ankle and began to kiss her sole, eliciting small moans from the girl as Danny left a trail of chaste kisses over her moist, salty sole.

"Ah Danny…that feels…so good…" Kitty moaned as she applied more to his cock. "Don't stop…"

"Ah Kitty!" Danny felt his body start to tremble, to have one of Paulina's feet against his face, inhaling her glorious scent, feel the warm, smooth flesh of her sole; the salty taste enticing his lips as the other foot stroked his cock eagerly, squeezing the tip between her perfect toes, driving the young halfa to his limit.

"Ah! I don't think I can…ahh…oh god…take much more!" He cried, feeling his limit fast approaching, his tongue darting out, sliding over the delicate skin of her sole at the base of her toes, eliciting a moan from Kitty.

"Ahhh Danny ah so…good…c-cum for me…cum over my feet." She moaned, her voice growing in pitch as her foot jerked up and down his cock, getting faster and faster and faster.

"Ah I…I…I…ahhh!" Danny cried out, his cock throbbing violently as his cum erupted from his cock, covering the sole and the top of Kitty's foot, his cum sliding between her toes.

Kitty's eyes widened, she wiggled and scrunched her toes, shivering in pleasure as she felt her boyfriend's hot gooey liquid between her toes, connecting them with thick strands of cum connecting them.

She really could get used to this.

She felt her pussy throbbing beneath her panties, her boyfriend still kissing and licking her hot, sweaty sole. Her hand slid into her pants. This was definitely going to happen again.

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Happy New Year

I don't know if I'll get chance to write a special this time and since no submissions were made there is no material to post.

However, I have decided to launch polls for each Disney character to determine a 'default fetish' to use for the character whenever the request or chapter doesn't assign that character a fetish. Each poll will be up for one week before the next girl gets posted, I'll record results on my profile as they appear - I will also eventually branch out to other characters.

I am going to leave this author note on this site so any readers who are unable to vote in the poll on fanfiction can vote on here instead - not when each poll ends I stop taking votes for that count - the first girl end 05/01/2018 - every one will get one week, this time I will paste in the options to select from but with every other girl you'll have to check out the selection provided to see what I put or just write what you want on here and hope it wins.

Once again Happy New Year.


Also you are allowed 3 choices each due to the number of options.




Suck Cock


Domination (Giver)

Vore Others (Shrunk)

Psychrophilia (Being cold and watching others who are cold)

Giantess Others

Vore Others (Normal)


Fire Play

Scat Play

Garbage (Bagging)

Golden Shower (Receiver)

Wax Play


Bondage (Receiver)


Vored (Normal) - to be eaten




Futanari (Other)

Humiliation (Giver)

Pygophilia (Arousel to buttocks)

Vored (Shrunk) - to be eaten

Drinking Cum

Sadism (Causing pain)

Garbage (Bagged)


Masochism (Experiencing pain)

Ice Play


Shrunk Self


Foot Fetish

Spanking (Giver)



Food Play

Humiliation (Receiver)


Sensory Deprivation


Lick Pussy




Shrinking Others

Anal (Giver)

Frotteurism (Touching a stranger surreptitiously in a crowded place)


Breath Play

Pteronphilia (Being tickled by feathers)

Golden Shower (Giver)

Pet Play

Age Play


Futanari (Her)

Sensation Play

Titillagnia (Tickling other people)

Blood Choking

Rough Sex

Anal (Receiver)

Rape Play (Raped)

Knismolagnia (Been tickled)

TPE (Total Power Exchange) receiver

Domination (Receiver)

CBT (Cock and Ball Torture)

Spanking (Receiver)

TPE (Total Power Exchange) Giver

Bondage (Giver)

Giantess Self

Chapter Text

Title: No More Bugs
Categories: Lilo & Stich The Series
Characters: Lilo, Nani
Contains: Giantess, Insect Transformation, Crush, Sweat, Unaware, Death
Started: 22/01/2018
Finished: 23/01/2018

In the living room of the Pelekai household a young woman with olive skin, brown eyes, dark ebony hair reaching her upper back, mimicked the actions of the fitness instructor on the small television boxset, attired in a pink sports bra and sky-blue leggings, her bare feet slapping against the wooden floor as she lifted her knees to her chest in tune of the beat of the fitness video. Her skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, her heart pounding in her chest.

A small 'creature' crawled its way into the room through the doorway, absent one door. It was a small ladybug with the head of familiar little girl, her complexion olive like her now giant older sister, matching brown eyes and ebony locks, though hers were decorated now by a pair of black antennae granting her an adorable look, her back red with black dots and six black legs beneath her and a matching underbelly colour.

She stared ahead at her giant sister as she jumped about in place, tossing her limbs in seemingly random directions as she marched in place to the beat, the ground shaking all the way to the tiny ladybug. With a deep breath Lilo began to make her journey across the living room floor, the shaking of the ground getting stronger the closer she got.


"Whoa…" Lilo cried as the ground shook below her and her legs buckled beneath her, gritting her teeth as her underbelly slammed down on the wood floor, she couldn't believe Bugby had done this to her the second she let him out of the jar before flying out the window to cause more mischief, she just hoped she could get Nani's help, maybe she could take her to Jumba.

She struggled back to her feet and continued to crawl her way forward.


Lilo fell back to the floor.

"Ow…why couldn't she just go on a diet like normal people...?" Lilo droned.

Nani lifted her hand, wiping the back against her forehead, swatting the sweat from it with a flick of her wrist.

A high pitched whistling sound filled Lilo's ears, slowly she looked up at her big sister, paling as she saw droplets of sweat the size of small cars falling towards her, she set about moving her tiny legs as fast as she could scurrying along the floor, squeezing her eye s shut and resisting the need to cover her ears as the droplets of sweat splashed down on the wooden floor, smaller droplets from the splashes catching her back until finally.


A car sized droplet of sweat landed directly onto her back, swallowing up tiny form before combusting, staining the floor around her as well as thoroughly soaking her body. Her nose filled with the strong strength, like a mixture of the acidic vinegary scent of her sweat and her pineapple scented hand lotion, Nani really liked pineapple scented creams, for her hands and feet. Her mouth filled with the sour, bitter taste, her body sticky with sweat, her bug feet sticking to the floor as she wriggled in place, her hair clinging to her forehead and cheeks.

Slowly she began to crawl toward her sister again, thankful at the stomps and shaking finally stopped, she eyed the house sized toes, her toenails a little cracked, her toes smooth covered in sweat with the odd giant wrinkle, glaring at them suspiciously.

Nani finally stopped lifted mimicking the instructor on the television boxset, her chest heaving as she desperately tried to catch her breath, beads of sweat raining down from her forehead as she bent forward, pressing her hands against her knees, her gaze landing on a certain red and black creepy crawly on her floor.

She felt an unpleasant shiver travel up her spine as she stared at the insect crawling towards her on its six creepy legs, dragging itself across the floor from a small wet patch on the flooring from her sweat. She hated bugs. She stood back upright.

"Lilo!" She shouted, looking towards the doorway that led to the hallway. "Lilo what have I told you about bringing bugs into the house!"


"Lilo!" Still no reply though if she had looked towards the bug in question she would see it flinch and attempt to cover its tiny ears in a rather human looking motion.



Nani grit her teeth, a low growl echoing in her throat, she looked back at the crawling ladybug, glaring at it. "That's it…I've had it." She muttered angrily before taking a harsh stomp forward.


Lilo looked up at her sister, her eyes widening with fear. "Nani…?"

Nani lifted her sweaty barefoot above the pest, Lilo turned round and began scuttling in the opposite direction, her breaths becoming deep and fast, her back too wet and sticky to even open if she knew how to fly.


"Aiiiieeee!" Lilo screamed as the foot came down and slammed onto the floor, the tips of her toes crashing down and smashing onto the tip of her 'rear' end. Lilo screamed as she found herself shooting forward and proceeded to tumble, rolling over before final coming to a stop by the front door, stuck on her back, her legs wiggling frantically.

Lilo stared up; she froze as Nani came into view again. Her older sister glaring at her, her expression twisted into one of absolute hatred and disgust, she lifted her foot again, her wrinkly moist sole filling her vision, the scent of vinegar and pineapple filling the air fresh. Nani lifted her heel and began to lower her foot, her gigantic toes drawing closer to the petrified girl, the stench of her sweaty pineapple death approaching, before finally her building sized toes smashed down onto her tiny form.


Nani lifted her heel higher, raising onto her toes as she applied as much pressure as she could onto the insect, her eyes narrowing as she felt the pest squish beneath her weight before twisting and grinding her foot before lifting the tainted foot, briefly glancing back, groaning in disgust at the site of the squished remains, bracing herself against the bookcase by the door she fished a tissue from the box on the top shelf and proceeded to wipe the goo and other remains from her toes, balling the tissue into a ball, closing it around the pest's remains before dropping it into the bin.

"Lilo you are sooo grounded." She muttered to herself as she headed upstairs to shower.

A/N Just a small idea I had when thinking back on old cartoons, hope you all enjoyed it, don't forget to cast your votes, is Elsa's fetish this week, and I hope this short OneShot inspires some new requests.


Chapter Text


Title: Callie Brigg's Teasing Toes

Author: aQuarianFetishist

Requested By: Salamander Blue

Categories: SWAT Kats

Characters: Callie Briggs, OMC

Contains: Feet, Foot Fetish, Teasing, Foot Smelling, Toe Sucking

The long hours left her restless. She liked it best when she was out doing real work, doing good for the city. Even... facing down danger with those scoundrel pilots. However most days all she did was meander through mazes of cubicles and seas of desks with an occasional trip to the upper level where her heels would click and clack across tile floor. They were comfortable heels, pink with a modest rise, but her toes were antsy little things that needed to move. Seated at her desk they would press and wiggle in the leather, prying the shoe off of her foot and letting it dangle there. Her chair would squeak quietly as she swivelled it around, her hanging shoes getting caught on the supports and falling onto the carpet with soft thuds. Then she'd turn back seconds later and stretch her feet back inside those pink heels, her toes wiggling until they had a grip so the rest of her foot could slide in after. Over and over she'd repeat this ritual, sometimes dangling a bit longer, sometimes letting her anxious feet free for minutes at a time.

For Clay, it was hours. Long, torturous, lust-filled hours. Deputy Mayor Callie Briggs' office was in the middle of the floor with clear glass walls on all sides. Callie had told him once that the layout of his level had been her idea and that she'd surrounded her office with glass walls to show that she had nothing to hide.

"Transparency is the hallmark of Civic Government, Clay!" She'd said with inspired seriousness.

Clay cared little for politics but all the same he was thankful for Miss Brigg's "civic" attitude. It meant that he had a good show almost every work day. It meant he actually enjoyed getting up early in the morning to be the (close to first) person into the office, and usually the last to leave. Oh it was distracting and he got little work done most days, to be sure, but that could all be made up whenever Callie Briggs was out of the office, which was often enough to allow him to cram everything into a few rushed hours of furious typing and photo-copying. His station was right in front of desk with his own perpendicular to it. All he had to do was turn his head to the right and he had a clear view of the underside of her desk where everything below her calves was exposed. When it suited him, when he was feeling bold and stupid, he'd drop something off the side of his desk and lean down to pick it up, peeking discreetly up Callie's skirt as he did so. The shameful behaviour made his whisker's twitch and his ears curl. It also made his heart beat faster. He knew she couldn't see him, not with her dual monitors in the way, but a couple employees had given him queer looks before when he'd done it.

The first was an older cat, her fur so black it sparkled every so faintly blue in the right light. She was a good looking gal in her knee-length skirt, dark blue blazer, and matching blue heels, but her station was at the far end of that floor. When she'd spied Clay moving over one time he was sure that she'd report him and go running to the Deputy Mayor herself, but nothing had come of it.

"Maybe she gave me the benefit of the doubt?" He'd asked himself one lonely night in his apartment as he tried to swallow his lingering fears. More likely she'd had no real proof of anything so she'd kept her mouth shut, or maybe she HAD told Miss Briggs, but hadn't been believed? Callie did like him after all. Oh, not that THAT way, of-course. He wished it so, but Callie seemed to like more aggressive guys, out-going guys, dangerous guys. Not timid young men like Clay. All she liked about him was his polite attitude and spotless record.

The other employee who had seen him had made it very clear. A cocky alley-cat with dirty stripes and a flashy grin, he'd given one to Clay as he walked through his field of view one time. As Clay looked up at him in surprise he'd offered a thumbs-up. Ever since that little incident whenever Clay would pass him on the way to his desk, or bump into him anywhere else, he always gave him a nudge with his elbow and another one of those flashy grins.

Clay hadn't been at all worried about exposure from him. No doubt he was envious of Clay's location in the "seating arrangement". That alley cat was always hitting on the Deputy Mayor, always teasing and playing, and always being politely brushed off.

'If only he appreciated her the way I do,' Clay thought.

Months ago he had moved his computer monitor to the corner of his desk, allowing him to sit at an angle and "work" while he focused behind it, on the underside of Callie's desk. He was doing that now and she was giving him quite a show.

Callie was swivelled around in her chair, facing away from him. Her heels lay discarded at the bottom, the inside of one was pointed right at Clay. He loved that. He was close enough and his vision so acute that he could make out most of the details of her shoe's insole. It was a beige colour, but there was a subtle stain, a smudge, darkest at the heel and in the toe of the shoe, five little imprints. It was hard to make out, but the lighting was just enough... Oh, if only he could get closer.

Dancing and twisting atop the chair legs were the infamous feet themselves. Even seen straight on they had a noticeable curve. When not bent or twisted her soles were creamy and flawless, pillow soft. Many a day he had imagined what it they would feel like pressed against his face, or against his crotch. He'd fantasize about each one sensually gliding over him. They'd be fresh out of her heels, maybe after a long day at work. Ever so slightly damp, and warm, so warm, but with just a hint of a scent. Leather and sweat, and HER. His pants grew painfully tight.

She was flexing her toes now. Rhythmically her whole feet would scrunch and cause wrinkles to break out all across her soles. One foot dipped down into a hell, scooping it up, then the other. She appeared to lean back in her chair, her legs crossed in front of her (and now farther away, and harder to see). To compensate he had to do the same, pushing his chair back to the edge of his desk. As he leaned back her feet came into perfect view again. One high-heel clad foot was resting on the carpet, but the other dangled above. She was flexing her ankle, wiggling it back and forth, slow, then faster, then slow again... round and round, back and forth, back and forth, up, down, up... Then back of the shoe slid off and her heel exposed once more along with much of the sole of her foot. The shoe was held on by her toes, which now were at rest, allowing the heel to dangle motionless beneath her. Clay had a perfect view, able to stare right down into her shoe and up to the ball of her foot. Then her toes jerked and the shoe briefly rose up, closing off the gap as it latched onto her heel, but only for a second. This time it dangled preciously for a few seconds before clattering to the floor, her Callie's foot now left naked.

Mercifully, this didn't seem to concern her. Clay realized he was holding his breath and slowly let it out, a barely perceptible quiver in his throat. He glanced around quickly, but nobody was close by. It was late and already and most of the desks her empty. With earnest he returned to watching the 'show'. Callie was still facing away with her legs crossed, her foot still bare. She was slowly rolling her ankle as she'd done before, but now one of her hands was resting on it, her fingers pressing into the bottom of her foot.

She was giving herself a foot massage.

Clay grit his teeth and exhaled again. If only she would ask he would have been thankful to do the same for her. He would savour every second of it. One time he had nearly offered to give her a foot rub when they were working late one night, with just the two of them on the whole floor. He had been standing at her desk, talking with her about some report and during a lull in the conversation she had leaned back in her chair, yawned widely, her sharp teeth glistening, and murmured that her feet hurt. For several seconds Clay's voice had caught in his throat, but he just couldn't do it. Wouldn't it be too obvious? She'd taken his silence for like fatigue and suggested they each head home. Clay had stuttered some clumsy agreement and they had both departed. Ever since that night he'd been kicking himself.

'Next time I'll make the offer. I'll just do it jokingly... but if she agrees...'

She was rubbing her toes now, alternating between kneading the ball of her foot and spreading her toes with her fingers. As her fingers slid in between each digit her claws would push out, long, sharp, pale white, and immaculate. Callie Briggs never seemed to paint them. Clay didn't mind though, her feet were perfect as they were. Well, maybe a toe ring on one foot... an anklet too. Yes, he could see it now, dangling loosely juts above the joint. As her toes were bent back and forth, or moved in and out of her high heels he'd catch occasional glimmers from the toe ring, nestled in tightly, encased by the flesh of her delicate foot.

How would she get it one? She had such small feet, such feminine toes. It would be hard to find something in her size. They'd go together, shop around town and when they found the right shop she'd giggle and slide off one of her shoes and hold out her foot. He'd grab it gently with one paw, her warm sole pressing into his palm. Then with trembling fingers he'd slide a ring onto one of her toes. She'd wiggle them back and forth, the gleaming ring rubbed between them on either side.

"No, not that one..." Callie Briggs would say, her toes dancing.

Then he'd try another, and another, until they both agreed they'd found the right one. Maybe a ring with a tiny little gem it, his birth stone, so that a little piece of him would always be there with her, between her toes.

"I'll think about you whenever I play with my feet, Clay," he heard her tease in his fantasies.

Clay's routine continued for several more weeks, a month. He worked a little, watched a lot, and fantasized even more. Things were quiet around the city and Callie was in her office almost all day. It was dull for most, but never for Clay. He even discovered a new way to appreciate his boss's teasing tootsies when he chanced to run into her next to the photo-copier one day. She was bent over the machine trying to sort out some error with her shapely behind pointed up into the air. Behind it her elegant and bushy tail swished lazily, its golden fur sparkling in the afternoon sunlight. Most guys would have been mesmerized by that alone, and it didn't escape Clay's notice. However the real treat for him was, of-course, down at floor level.

For the first time he had the opportunity to check out her feet up close, and from a new angle to boot. Never before had he looked down at the tops, right along her spotless knees, down into he toe cleavage. As she growled and rummaged at the back of the machine, leaning forward more and more, almost onto her tip toes, the gap between her toes peaked out more and more. Then she'd slide forward again and her skin would get a small wrinkle where it met the top of her shoe.

'They must be so tight and constricting' he thought, mesmerized.

She finally took notice of him.

"Oh, Clay, sorry, need the machine?" Her nose twitched curiously, "You alright?" He was staring down at her feet.

Startled, the young cat finally met her gaze, his fur bristling with nervousness.

"Ah, yeah, I was just uh,"... he trailed off and looked about the room. To the window, the ceiling, the copier, her feet again... and then, "I was just worried the machine was broken. Um, you know, important report to send off and all... Heh heh..."

Her eyes seemed to dance, her tail doing the same.

"Well it's working now, so... go on," she said, patting him on the shoulder and moving passed him, out of the room. As she slid around him her tail brushed faintly against him. Once she was gone he let out a dazed sigh. He was yarn in her paws, to be unraveled and dangled helpless before her.

Thinking back on that incident made him smile, and he wasn't sure why. Had she figured him out? She'd shown no sign of it, but she had been more playful as late... and she'd worn some new pairs of heels. Pink ones and black ones, some white strappy-heels that were open-toed...

No, it was wishful thinking, the desperate wish of a lonely, tormented man, he told himself. However the thought just wouldn't leave him. Over the next several weeks he resolved to try and get to know her better. Maybe... even as more than a friend. She was single after all, but even just getting into her circle of friends would be something. He imagined trips with her to the beach, her feet bare in the bright sun for all the world, but mainly him, to see. Maybe even he would work late nights with her in her apartment, or over the weekend. He'd be so close to her bedroom, to her closet, where she'd keep all her different high heels and he would...

Clay stopped himself, literally shaking his head to try and clear away such dangerous thoughts. That was too far, much too far. Ogling was one thing, but what he was imagining doing now would just be plain disrespectful.

He resolved then that he'd tell her truth when the time was right.

From that day forward it was just a matter of building up his courage. Whenever he faltered he need only peek under Callie's desk and watch her heel dance. If he was to have any hope of being closer to those splendid soles he would have to be braver, and a little lucky. In the end, he got both. A very tricky file came his way and as fortune would have it, he needed his boss's help. It was important to the city and she had offered, insisted in fact, that she work with him closely on it. For the first week that just meant running a draft by her at the end of the night that she would review overnight.

He would stand there in her office, awkwardly staring at his own feet trying not to stare at hers. She would sit facing him, usually with one leg resting under her bottom. Out of the corner of his eye he'd spy her clawed-toes shifting and flexing. Whenever she'd turn back to her computer he'd chance a real look, but the angle was usually bad. All the could hope for was to gaze at her shoes themselves. One night when they'd been revising his work for several hours he found himself sat on the floor next to her chair, her exposed sole just inches from his face. A few furtive sniffs and he realized he could faintly smell it too, faint, and near exactly what he'd imagined. There was sweat and leather, yes, but something sweet, a trace of lotion perhaps. While Callie typed away at the report he almost dared move closer so that the tips of her toe-claws would brush against his cheek, but he dared not. Instead he settled for letting his wrist brush against the ball of her foot as he stood up, reaching up and backward to brace his hand on the desk. It was an awkward move but it seemed to work. Callie barely turned her head as she felt him brush against her.

Finally one miraculous evening she asked him if he'd mind following her home so they could work on it there, over dinner. It was very late and he was quite drowsy, but he quickly snapped awake.

He had to take a few moments to collect himself. The realization hadn't really dawned on him yet.

"Uh, sure... why not... okay," he yawned away the last of his fatigue and stood up out of the chair he'd been sitting in.

Callie offered a sweet smile and then turned back to her computer, and the report.

"Let me finish this paragraph and I'll meet you down in the parking garage, kay?"

Her tail swished mysteriously.

Clay, being quickly overcome with excitement, was barely able to murmur out his agreement and then then hurry out of the office. He even walked straight passed his desk, and his keys, having to turn back sheepishly to snatch them there resting place next to his coffee cup.

Minutes later and he was sitting in his car, staring at hers. Callie's car was much nicer than his, but it made sense as she was his boss after after all. It was a flashy red convertible, fast and sporty, and fun. He wondered if she ever had the time to just cruise around it, speeding a long on some of the county roads maybe, or on the coast. Her foot press down hard on the gas pedal, her leather heels crinkling, her toes squeezed...

She entered the garage, sauntering a few feet from his car and offering him a quick wave as they briefly locked eyes.

Swallowing his anticipation Clay started his car...

The Deputy Mayor lived in a nice neighbourhood, of-course. Clay reckoned that if he saved up all his money for a few years and got several promotions he might be able to afford one of the smaller condos here... for a few months maybe. As it turned out Callie's wasn't all that big, just a simple one bedroom place with a kitchen, dining room, living room, and a patio. It was one unit in a row of units connected together, far more open and fancy than his cramped little place built into a man-made honeycomb. He felt like an insect there... and here too, maybe.

It wasn't the building though, it was who he was with. The more he saw how Callie lived the more apparent it was just how out of his league she was. Suddenly he felt like a downy little kitten in first grade trying to hit on his teacher... but then Callie wasn't that much older than him.

'She's just so driven and dedicated, but I could do it too...'

"Well, here we are!" Callie announced as the door to her condo swung open and she stepped inside, flicking on the light. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, okay? I'm just gonna change real quick."

Before heading to her bedroom she removed her high heels.



They rattled onto the tile and Clay instinctively looked down at the noise, his tail snapping around excitedly. If Callie took any notice of his interest she didn't show it. A few seconds later a door closed down the hall.

Clay licked his lips and settled down on the armrest of a nearby couch. He removed his jacket, laying it over the back, and then knelt down to untie his shoes, bringing his face within a few feet of Callie's now discarded high heels. He quivered. Perhaps it would do no harm if he took just one tentative sniff... he couldn't help himself any longer. Clay leaned forward and grasped one of the heels with his hand. It was warm. He could feel it even on the outside of the shoe. As he fumbled it around in his hand his fingers reached inside and warmth was even more intense there. Hot even, and slightly damp. Slowly, nervously, his tail snapping back and forth, his fur bristling in places, he brought the opening of the heel to his nose and drew in a deep breath.

Heat and moisture... leather and sweat, salty and slightly sour, pungent but not unpleasant. It wasn't too strong, it was clean, just well worn. Somehow it was a feminine scent, to him at least.

He set the shoe down with a trembling paw.

Suddenly Clay felt like a creep, but he was exhilarated as well. After so long he finally had the full picture in his mind. Ogling her dangling heels and playful toes would never be the same.

"Caught you..." teased a soft voice from the entrance to the hall. He'd never heard the door open because it never had. Turning to look at her, bristling with embarrassment, he realized that she'd been waiting in the dark bathroom at the far end of the hallway, watching.

"Couldn't help yourself, huh?" Callie Briggs asked, sauntering with each step, her jacket cast aside and her shirt partly undone.

Clay was at a loss for words.

"Oh I know you must be embarrassed and ashamed, but your secrets' safe with me," she leaned back against a wall and held her leg out, the sole of her foot pointed at him. "You aren't a good sneak anyway. I've seen you drooling over my feet for weeks now." Her eyes narrowed playfully, "You're not as sneaky as you think you are."

He wasn't sure how to feel. Embarrassed? Guilty? Relieved? He tried to apologize,

"Callie, uh, Miss Briggs, I'm sorry I know shouldn't have-"

She waved a hand. Her tail swished. "Oh shush, I'm not angry, but you should make it up to me..." Her toes dug into the carpet, her foot scrunching. Eyes cast down.

Clay failed to avert his gaze. His tongue slid along his lips while his ears swiveled about. He waited for her to make the demand... and waited. Her tail kept swishing and she was grinning evilly. She was silent. If he wanted this then he would have to say it. He swallowed hard and then opened his mouth to speak. At first nothing came out, but he tried again,

"I... I could give you uh... I could rub your... feet if they hurt... I don't mind if... I mean if you're okay with th-a-t-..."

Callie laughed, waving her hand and rolling her eyes up at him, "Oh fine, I guess that will do! I've tortured you enough."

Grinning, she sashayed over to the couch and plopped down beside the armrest he'd been sitting on. "Well, come on!"

With a giddy spasm Clay obliged, sitting down cross legged in front of her and taking her right foot in both hands. He had never given a foot massage before, but all he could reason to do was what came naturally. Resting her dainty foot in his lap he began to kneed and rub the sole with his thumbs, pressing and swirling and rubbing. Periodically he would move his hands down to her heel, sometimes working the sides of her ankle, then he'd gradually work his way towards the tip of her foot, massaging the ball of her foot, right at the base of her toes, and then her toes themselves, gently rubbing the underside against his palm. After a while he repeated the process with her other foot.

Callie was relaxed against the cushions, purring softly, her eyes slits behind half-closed lids. He was rubbing her right foot again, his eyes staring at her perfect nails, when he was momentarily startled by something pressing against his chin. It was her other foot, the claws slightly extended, prodding at his fur, the tips of her toes just below his lips...

He realized he had stopped his hands when her eyes started to open and quickly resumed. His lips parted soon after and he resisted the urge to gasp in pleasure as he felt her soft toes slide inside. He suckled on them with earnest, savouring each moment, each toe. Sometimes he tasted them all together, and then each individually. Sucking on Callie Brigg's toes and rubbing her foot at the same time proved to be a little bit more than Clay could manage, but at some point she took pity on him and he realized that her other foot was pressing against his crotch, sliding back and forth over the top of it.

In no time at all he found he had spent himself and her toes slid out of his mouth, gliding down his shirt (the claws tearing it in a few places), and then coming to rest in his crotch. Callie's eyes were barely open now, but she was purring louder, and so was he. With regret he took her feet from his lap and then shakily rose to his feet. His legs had gone mostly to sleep.

Clay was going to need a change of clothes.

A/N A big thank you to aQuarianFetishist for allowing me to post this here, I highly recommend you guys go check out their account if you enjoyed this chapter. Since the website keeps removing the link, you can find more of his work by searching his username and including deviantart in google.

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