Lucy's story

Panting, sweating, and trembling in fear, Lucy hid in an alleyway, her heart nearly beating out of her chest. “Please, please don't find me...” She whimpered, risking a glance out the corner of the area, heaving a sigh of relief as she found no one chasing her. All was relatively well, more or less. Until...

“Attention, citizens!”

Oh fuck.

The loud, booming, and all too familiar voice echoed throughout the town, prompting Lucy to look upward, finding the sky was now filled with the visage of her Queen, standing in her black military uniform, along with some thick black stockings that lead to her dreaded boots... The boots where tinies go to stay when they need some...

Readjusting.
“I'm looking for one Lucy D'Yalvol, a pathetic slave that was ordered to come to the royal chambers for her duties as my toilet.”

Talk was heard among the crowd. Most were giggles, others were whispers that could barely be heard.

“Why would she be so dumb? Just get it over with...” Was one that the woman in question could hear.

“Oh Goddess please don't crush us...” Was another, one that Lucy prayed wouldn't happen.

“I will give her... Ten minutes to come right here, get down onto her hands and knees and worship my foot. If she does not come in time...” The Queen began, grinding her foot into the ground before raising it, stomping down onto a building as she looked at her watch. “Your city will be destroyed.”

The way she said it so casually. The way she had an aura of just complete and utter dominance over the whole city made Lucy sick to her stomach. She backed up further into the alleyway before realizing what she was doing. She was risking lives. She bit down onto her lower lip and walked out of her hiding spot, heart racing as she noticed the distance between the two. She'd have to run full force just to even HOPE to get there!

“Nine minutes, worm...” The Queen uttered, eyes locked onto Lucy with a knowing grin as she crushed yet another home, though backed away this time.

“You bitch...” Lucy muttered, breaking out into a full sprint as she tried to dodge any and all obstacles, tripping ever so often as she neared.

Five minutes had passed once she managed to reach the original location of the goddess, leaving her with four left...

And maybe another five minutes till she ACTUALLY made it to her.

It was here that the crowds were in full panic mode, which made her job a bit more difficult, but she kept bolting toward the massive boots, her body aching and begging for her to stop.

She was coated in her own sweat by the time she reached the boot, slamming into the cold leather and kissing and licking at it. “P-Please stop this, m-my Queen...!! I-I beg thee to stop this rampage!”

Despite her pathetic excuse for worship, the Queen simply clicked her tongue, snapping her fingers as she began to grow, all while removing her boots, her the fetid stench of her feet spreading throughout the land.

“You dumb little bug...” She cackled, shaking her head. “Yes. You made it just in time... But you worshiped my boot. Not my foot~!” She laughed again, her foot big enough to crush the entire city. “The townsfolk will rebuild, don't worry... But... You'll be allowed to live for quite some time. As an insole.”

With that, she stomped down, using her magic to keep the punished girl alive. Lucy felt every ounce of pain, the humiliation getting to her far more than the pain, however.

As the Queen lifted her foot, Lucy could barely notice that only she stuck to the stocking, the rubble and other tiny-folk fell off, crashing into the ground. And within an instant, the Queen slipped her foot and her new prisoner into the dark, rank abyss the was her boot.

In time, Lucy might learn her lesson. But who knows? Perhaps the Queen has... Other plans...