This choice: Claude makes it to Byleth's stockings but loses his grip, tumbling into the boot • Go Back...Chapter #6These Boots Were Made for Climbing by: Frost   Claude kept cautious as he studied the subtle movements of the professor. Part of it was an excuse to catch his breath some more, and the other was the reasonable suspicious that any stray move on the professor's part could spell almost certain doom. While the professor's left leg had a metal guard that would likely slice the shrunken student in half if he were caught in it, the right leg was just as unappealing prospect.
The massive teacher idly tapped the tip of her boot against the stone floors as she continued to evaluate her student's work. Her actions, while completely subconscious, only served to make Claude's bid to get noticed all the more perilous.
He approached slowly, uncomfortably aware of the fact that all it would take was for Byleth to shift her foot a few inches to the left to turn him and all the hopes of the Leicester Alliance into an unrecognizable smear. And while he found himself into life threatening situations on a near routine basis, this was the most novel, and likely the most ridiculous.
"Alright, Teach," he sighed, studying the rhythm of his teacher's boots. "Go easy on me."
With a pounce, Claude began to mount the hard outer lid of Byleth's footwear, grasping and clawing his way up and thankful he didn't end up under. He let out a quick and relieved holler and slammed his fist against the wall of leather to his side. However, he was reminded on just how much mountain he had left to climb as he glanced upwards and was rewarded with a near incomprehensible angle of his giant teacher.
He slowly sidled against the boot, trying to find his next angle of attack while also keeping great care not to be thrown off his perch. He grasped around, finding a seam in the boots and a path upwards. Taking a look at the footwear's stitching, Claude found a rather simple path upwards.
Here goes...
Claude gripped the stitch above him with both hands and used it to hoist himself upwards, repeating it over and over and gaining elevation. So far, his plan was working beautifully.
Right up until Byleth got comfortable and crossed her legs. Mighty winds and g-forces combined as the outside world became almost too dizzying for Claude. He gripped his handhold tight, burying his head and taking in the leathery scent of the shoe.
Once it was over, and Claude's stomach caught up with him, he found himself in a much more advantageous position than a few seconds earlier. The angle of ascent was now much more forgiving, seeming more like a hike uphill than a mountain climb.
"Thank you, Teach!" Claude cheered as he pounded his fist against her boot again. He stood up, taking a moment to balance before continuing his trek past the giant teacher's shin.
As the shrunken student walked his way to the end of the boot, he began to plan his next leg of his journey.
"Are they supposed to be flowers or...?" Claude asked to no one in particular as he studied the intricate patterns of the teacher's stockings. "Just a short climb until I reach her knee."
Thankfully, the surface of netting that was the tights would make easier handholds than the boots. All he hand to do was climb.
However, luck happened to stop favoring him the moment he jumped off the opening of the boot and onto the stockings. He gripped the netting and slowly made his way upwards, finding the angle just a little bit cumbersome, but manageable. As he climbed, he couldn't help but notice the heat just a bit behind him coming from the opening of the teacher's boot. he tried to ignore it and continue on his mission.
"Professor! Ignatz accidentally locked himself in the supply closet."
"Oh, dear..."
In the land of the giants, Ignatz's lack of luck only invited disaster on the shrunken Claude's end as his living mountain began to stir way too fast. He could barely keep up, clutching at the giantess' tights in hopes of staying on.
Unfortunately his luck was spent, and a debt collector had come on as his hands ripped through the thinly designed netting. He clawed onto anything he could get his hands on as the giantess' movements only intensified. And just as he thought he was done for, his leg was snared into a thick patch of wiring, delaying him from falling to his doom.
As he hung upside down, all he could see was the mouth of Byleth's boot widening and shutting with the professor's steps.
Things only got worse as the stocking around his ankle began to tear. He tried to grasp his way back upright to no avail as the professor's rush shook him out.
Claude was in freefall, and he closed his eyes, expecting to become a stain on the cobblestone paths of Garreg Mach. However, he was spared that fate, and instead treated to something he wasn't sure was quite better.
A musky heat wrapped all around him, and he felt himself pressed against some sort of wall, firm, but it had a strange give to it that he couldn't place, but it quickly became clear where he was when he registered the smell in the air as sweat and leather.
He was in Professor Byleth's boot.
Claude tried to squirm his way out, yet his fall had only made him lose all sense of direction. For all he knew, he could be burrowing way deeper not his new prison, and he wasn't all too entirely sure if he would survive being stepped on by her.
Each step Byleth took set her student closer to the bottom of her boot as she made her way to unlock the supply room. While she always had her students best interest at heart, she had no idea of the hell she was inflicting upon Claude.
As for the shrunken house leader, the smell only got worse as he realized much too late that he was heading for the depths of Professor Byleth's boots.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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