Spitfire Micro/Feet

>It is a normal day for Spitfire
>Training went well, for her and the cadets
>She was ready to relax in her office to get off her tired feet
>With the day going as fine as it did, she knew nothing would interrupt her rest
>Walking happily to her office with a small hum, her boots making a small noise with each step
>Soon she reached her office door and opened it
>And with that, she walked over to her chair, seating herself with a happy sigh
>Her chair leaned back to help relax with her shoes still planted to the floor, her eyes slowly closing for a quick nap
>Suddenly she heard a small thump on her desk
>Opening her eyes with a silent groan on anger she looked forward to see who was going to bother her
>Only to see no one there at all
>Normally curious about such a situation, she decided to shrug it off and go back to relaxing
>After only a few second of her eyes being closed she heard a voice
>"Miss Spitfire? May I speak with you?"
>She could only internally groan again as she leaned her chair back up with her eyes snapping open
>No one was there
>An inner scream of anger is all that went through her head, her hands slamming down at the table as she tried to calmly ask in the empty office
"I can't talk to someone who just hides from me, now show yourself or leave."
>Soon she felt a small poke on her hand and a voice to come with it
>"I wasn't hiding at all, Miss Spitfire. Just I am.. er, small."
>Her eyes trailed down to her hand, seeing that the voice was coming from a tiny person
>Staring down at the small creature in wonder of how something could be so small
>Only to shake her head and cough into her hand before asking
"Right, well.. What do you need and why are you here?"
>The tiny took a deep breathe and sighed, looking up to her and saluting
>"I'd like to join the Wonderbolts! It has been my dream ever since I was younger!"
>An eyebrow rose after hearing his words, her body leaning back with an unsure look on her face
>She couldn't just let him join, with his size he would just end up crushed or blown away
>But she couldn't tell him due to his size that he would have no chance here, it went against the Wonderbolt code
>The two things were conflicted each other in her mind
>She had to find some way to scare him off or just not join in general
>Leaning even further back in her chair from thought with her hands resting behind her head and her boot tapping on the floor when suddenly, it hit her
>A task that not many would enjoy at all, something even a normal sized person would hate, something that would be even more rough considering his size
>Nodding to herself with her body leaning back up, smiling down to the tiny male
"Well joining the Wonderbolts isn't easy you know. They have to pass a special loyalty test before they can even start training."
>Grinning a devilish grin down to the tiny male, watching as he seems to back up a bit and make an audible gulp
>"I'll do it! No matter how scary it sounds, I will prove my loyalty anyway possible!"
>Her grin not fading as she motions for him to back up
>Only for him to gulp again before doing just that
"In that case, the test is.."
>Scooting her chair back as she leaned down, pulling her boots off and leaning back, her two bare feet being propped onto her desk in front of the tiny male. Small droplets of sweat running down her soles and toes
>Wiggling and scrunching her feet as she let out a small relaxed sigh from the feeling of cold air on her warm feet
"..You must care for my tired feet, you never know when your partner could use such help."
>The tiny male backed up at the sight of her feet, everything about them being very large to him
>He gulped one last time before rushing forward and placing his hands on her right foot's heel, putting his muscle into it as he attempts to massage it
>Her heel felt soft, causing his hands to somewhat sink into her heel
>Just making his job easier as he kept rubbing his hands around, trying his best to ignore the sweat that occasionally dripped onto his head
>Moving himself up onto her heel with some trouble, continuing his work with little signs of stopping
>This worried Spitfire a little, he was determined to pass the test, it make her both happy that he was willing to do this for her, and scared from the possible dangers he will encounter from passing
>She had to make this harder on him, she just had to
"While you are rubbing, mind cleaning the sweat off my feet with your tongue? Training like this now can help in the future if you need water."
>Perfect, she thought, he'd never do something like that from how hesitant he was from just rubbing it
>He seems to have stopped as she scrunches her toes patiently, waiting for him to hop off her heel and give up
>Soon she feels something press against her sole again, the feeling moving up and being mixed with a soft and slimy feeling
>He did it, he actually licked her foot, and he started massage her foot again while continuing a slow, long lick
>In his mind, he was actually enjoying this, he felt warm against her soft and sweaty foot, the taste of sweat being a little salty but oddly tasteful to him
>The very thought of this new enjoyment combined with the fact of joining the Wonderbolts only made him work harder and faster
>Spitfire just couldn't believe it, he just keeps going, soon noticing that he even picked up the pace
>Smiling proudly to him despite his inability to see her do so, she sighs
>Now she can't really keep him out of the Wonderbolts at this point, but she can't let him just go out there
>'Might as well think of something he can do that would keep him safe, I have a lot of time to do so' she thought
>Scrunching her toes in thought, she feels something squishy between her first and second toe, looking over to see what it was
>It was just the tiny male getting ready to work on her toes
>His little body sorta squirming between, trying to free himself, only to give up and continue with what sweat clean up he could
>Her toes just easily overpowered him with hardly any effort, he would hardly last against even the lightest trainee's foot
>This posed a problem for her, now thinking of a spot was even harder
>Releasing what little grip her toes had on him, waiting to see how he would react afterward
>He appeared to hardly even care, body now somewhat sitting between her two toes to help continue his foot work
>Wasting no time in rubbing down the sides, middle, and between each of the toes, his tongue soon retracing each spot
>The tiny male slid down her foot and looked up to it, making sure not a single bit of sweat remained before waving
>"Have I done a good job on your right foot? Or did I miss a spot that need some care?"
>Scrunching her right foot once again, her toes giving off a satisfied wiggle before replying
"You did pretty well, rookie, but don't get excited about joining just yet. You still have to finish my left foot, but this time it won't be on my desk."
>He give her a curious look before she moves her feet off her desk and to the floor
>Soon she pinched the collar of his shirt and lifting him up, moving him down to the ground carefully before dropping him a safe distance
>Landing on his feet with ease, he tried looked up to Spitfire, only to see left foot's sole soon block his sight
"Before you ask, I have a someone coming in soon. I'm sure that someone wouldn't like seeing a tiny male caring for my feet while we talked."
>Knowing she wouldn't see his nod of understanding, he just starts the massage on her left foot
>Unable to start with the heel again, he figures the toes will do just well
>Rubbing his hands down the same pattern as last time, this time he was a little curious to try something
>Leaning his head forward, some burying his face into one of the toes, softly rubbing his face against it with joy
>The soft skin felt nice, with the sweat feeling cool against his face
>Slowly pulling his head from her toe, ending his little face-to-toe time with a little kiss before going back to work
>Spitfire felt the small toe kiss and began to quietly chuckle to herself, only to stop mid chuckle from a sudden knock on her door
>The tiny male heard the knock as well, curious as to who Spitfire was meeting, but not curious enough to stop his hard work and find out
>He finished the toes and moved down, soon hearing the door open and felt Spitfire's foot lay lightly on his head
>It made his work a little harder, but he shrugged and tried to continue on massaging her foot
>'Her left foot feels much cooler then her right' he thought, 'Must of had time to cool off before it's massage'
>It still felt soft to the touch, his hands not quite as wet from before, but it wasn't a big deal to him, he was happy about nearly being finished
>But for Spitfire, she was not happy with her current situation
>She tried her best to not show anger, finding ways to calm herself down without her realizing what it was
>Slowly, she pressed her left foot down on him, his arms and hands trying to keep it up, only for him to be pinned down easily
>His entire body under her foot, squirming in attempts to free himself and get her attention
>His attempts had no effect other then her sole to be warmer, causing more sweat to appear where he had just licked
>Clearly clueless to her own acts, Spitfire had only been made angrier from her short meeting
>Unsure if she should calm herself or go for a long walk
>Seems like Spitfire is not moving from her spot at all, her foot still pressed down on top of him
>Not wanting to be pressed against the floor much longer, the tiny male starts doing his best to tickle her foot
>Moving his hands and fingers across her sole in a hastily matter in hopes she could feel it
>Tapping her fingers angrily on the table, her guest who had left just in the matter of time as she starts to let out a little laugh
>Obviously feeling the tiny, causing her foot to fidget on top of the male
>Moving her foot up and off the male as she lets out a loud laugh
>Covering her mouth from the sudden out burst, she looks around and lets out a small cough
>Rolling her chair back and leaning down, only to see the tiny hunched over trying to catch his breathe
>Rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment from almost being the one to crush him, something she wanted to prevent
>Lifting his head up and giving her a little wave along with a small smile
>Spitfire gives a little wave back to him
"Congratulations, you passed the loyalty test and the.. er.. pressure test."
>Filled with joy, he jumps up and down, running over and hugging her right foot
>"Thank you Miss Spitfire! I promise I won't let you down where ever you put me!"
>Hearing those words, it hit her
>She still has no idea where he can be useful without getting hurt
>Ponder for only a moment, she gets an idea
"You can be my personal foot massager, seems like you like it and you have helped me calm down."
>Without a word, he accepts his placement and plants a kiss on her big toe, wondering if he will get his own desk under her desk