Though she was most likely just going through the mental motions, Riley stomped her feet a bit after standing, getting her feet nice and comfy before she jogged out to the field. Said stomping utterly destroyed you, and you howled with a pain that was fully eaten up by your daughter's toes pressed into your mouth. Your poor crotch was decimated by your daughter's pounding feet, aching with a throbbing pain that could not be released due to the unremovable feet of her foot upon you. You were trapped in a purgatory of pain.
To her credit, Riley realized what she'd done right after, and whispered you an apology your ears would never hear. She then tried to put less weight on her left as she headed out to the field, but after only two minutes of simple kicking exercises, Coach Sandra called her out on protecting her left foot, reprimanding her sternly. Riley quickly realized she'd have no choice but to just practice like normal.
At least it'll break the PET in. Riley mused to herself, then blinked. Or...break dad in. Unless dad is a PET now. I guess that's what coach said, but dad seemed to be saying something else, maybe. Or he was just excited. Whatever. Practice now, think later!
With renewed focus, Riley launched herself into the practice fully, slipping into the proper mindset to put her incredible athletic ability to the test. And you, crushed out of sight under her left foot, were left to stew in misery all the while, bemoaning how such a simple day out with your daughter had gone so spectacularly off the rails.
*****
Riley, exhausted but beaming with pride, stumbled into the locker room and collapsed onto a bench.
Practice had been amazing!
She'd hardly performed better in her life. In fact, she was feeling just as invigorated as she had the day she'd first discovered her magical Soccer Socks. Even though it was only a practice, Riley had been unstoppable out on the field, to the point where Coach Sandra had pitted her against the entire team acting as defenders, and Riley had still managed to best them all and score a goal. Her whole team had cheered for her, and Coach Sandra had never looked so proud of her before.
It felt really, really good!
You, of course, had an entirely opposite reaction to practice. For you, it had been the most miserable four hours you'd had to endure in a long, long time. You'd been in Riley's shoe for a soccer practice before, but usually as a small smear or a stain on her Soccer Socks. You'd never been a fully-fitted cleat insole before, and your utter inability during practice to avoid pain and horrific discomfort had been horrifying.
Every step, every twitch, every kick, every flex...every single thing your daughter did, your entire body had been horribly subjected to.
When she stomped down, your crotch ached with pain. When she spun on her heel to block a shot, your body was twisted and ground beneath her. When she rocked on her heels while anticipating a pass, her toes jammed into your eyes, and the balls of her feet forcibly shoved sweat down your throat. And when she kicked the ball, all her weight and force was channeled through you, subjecting you to a million tons of G-force pressure so intense you nearly passed out from screaming each time.
But, finally, the practice had come to an end. You could just barely make out the din of the locker room from inside your sweltering cleat prison of misery, and you knew that Riley was on the cusp of freeing you and clearing up this awful misunderstanding. You could go home, clean up, and laugh about this ordeal tomorrow. Or...in a week, when your body stopped aching.
The shoe was removed, and slightly damp but still mostly fresh air hit you like a spring breeze. Riley's foot retreated, and her hand soon appeared, no doubt ready to collect you. And yet, right as her fingers gripped you, and you glanced up through the hole in the cleat at your daughter's face, you saw her attention captured elsewhere.
Standing right beside Riley was Persephone.
Persephone was panting like a dog, though clearly attempting to control her breathing and look stoic. Her eyes were firmly away from Riley, like a tsundere straight out of a cliched anime, and the faint touch of red in her cheeks was probably equal parts athletic exhaustion and genuine blushing. A faint blush was in Riley's cheeks to, no doubt due to Persephone's fairly sizable and heaving chest right beside her at eye level.
"You...did good, Riley." Persephone managed between breaths. The pale girl had worked herself into a frenzy trying to top Riley during practice, and though she'd fallen short, her effort had been commendable.
"You too, Persephone." Riley admitted. "It was super close. Maybe we could practice one-on-one sometime, hone our skills together?"
Persephone's eyes widened, and her cheeks turned pinker. "A-Alone?"
Riley's blush intensified in turn. "O-Or, like, not alone. With other people, maybe. L-Like, whatever."
"So...our normal practices?"
"Yeah..." Riley smiled sheepishly, and the two girls shared a rare but cute laugh. Persephone then sobered up first and hurriedly walked away, almost glowing pink. Riley smiled softly as she removed you from her shoe, and you would've been touched by the sweet moment if you could think straight past your pain, smooshed body, sweat-coated flesh, and stench-riddled nostrils and mouth.
Yet again before Riley could do anything more with you, someone approached, although this time it was Coach Sandra.
"Phenomenal performance, Jacobs. Some of the best playing I've ever seen." Sandra smiled proudly. "Seriously, you're a legend."
Your daughter grinned. "Thanks, coach. I did feel like I was at the top of my game out there."
"Probably your little PET, huh? Not to diminish your own talents, but those things push great athletes to stardom!"
Riley blinked, and then gasped. She looked down at your disheveled and dirty body. "Oh, that's right!" She began...
1) "...this PET is actually my dad. I think this might've been a mistake, actually?" Riley gets a chance to explain, and she correctly interprets your message. Sandra reluctantly gives you over, and Riley takes you home. Trouble is...has she got a taste for using you as her insole now?
2) "...this PET is actually my dad. You probably knew that though! It's awesome he agreed to do this!" Riley horribly misunderstands, believing you're 100% on board with this. She hands you over to Sandra for safekeeping, and heads home!
3) "...this PET is amazing! So good that I think all the girls should give it a try! Maybe we could have a rotation system?" Riley's utterly forgotten your identity, and now thanks to her selfless manner, you're seeing yourself signed up for long-term rotating punishment as a PET!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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