With a smile Tsareena looked down at you in her hand before looking down at her feet covered in red "boots."
First she placed you on the ground and pinned you beneath her feet and rub you underneath them though you had a feeling this was just a warm up. Next she played a game of hackey sack and you were the sack, bouncing you around with the bottoms of her "boots" which felt surprisingly soft and yet firm.
Then she leaned back and revealed the true nature of her footwear, peeling back the red layers to show that the "boots" were actually made from plants that are part of her body that she peeled back. The skin around her toes was a deep, rich red, almost like the rest of her body, but it was more... alive.
"What are you doing Tsareena?" You ask.
"Tsareena." She replied as she dropped you down between her toes and closed the boot up trapping you inside between her toes that began squeezing together. The pressure was surprisingly gentle, but you knew she could crush you if she wanted to. You felt the softness of the plant-like material around your body, and the heat from her skin was like being in a sauna.
It got worse as she began to walk around, using your body as a makeshift stepping stone. Each step she took was calculated and precise, ensuing that she applied enough pressure to keep you squished but not enough to cause serious pain. You were stuck between the toes unable to move and everything around you was dark the light blocked by the "boots". The smell of the plants was strong, it was a mix of sweet and bitter, but you had to admit it was pleasant.
"Tsareena, this isn't funny!" You called out, trying to keep the fear out of your voice. But she just giggled in response, the vibrations of her laughter echoing through her body and reaching you in your toe prison. Her steps grew more deliberate, and you could feel the ground beneath her toes give way slightly with each step. The sensation was unsettling, but what was worse when you felt a smaller pokemon bump into her leg,and you knew that when that happened she wouldmalways use the pokemon move Trop Kick on the pokemon. And you were between the toes of the foot she uses to perform the move.
"At least I am stuck here you sighed as you felt the toes around you tighten even more, preparing for the inevitable. But she stopped suddenly, and you could feel the muscles in her foot tense. This was it.
The force of the kick was tremendous, and you were sandwiched between her toes, feeling the power of the move firsthand. It was like being in a vice, with the pressure increasing exponentially with each second. You could hear the crunch of the unfortunate pokémon she had just dispatched, and a cold sweat broke out on your forehead. The smell of the plants was now overwhelming, mixing with the scent of the dirt she had kicked up.
Grumbling she returned to the others where she opened her "boot" and...
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