The smell of fresh cloth and leather filled his lungs as he lay on a pristine insole looking down toward the heel section of the shoe. It was a different experience... The little one had never been inside a new shoe before. Now he lay there, waiting and wondering as he heard people wandering by and talking near him. He was just in time for the new owner though...
"Be sure to wear this at all times while on the station." A voice filled the air as the new shoe jolted forward, forcing the little one to roll toward the heel section. "Any questions?"
Mathew lay on his back as he gazed up to the woman above. She was beautiful, long red hair with turquoise skin. She looked nervous though... She wore a dress, one that she was about to presumably change out of. She had the air of a kid's first day at school, though she was obviously older than a child. Lost, yet she had purpose in what she was doing. She looked down to the pile of clothes in her arms and smiled, forcing the nervousness away with pride as she gazed upon her new uniform.
"Nope! Not at all, I'm ready to go!" She said proudly before leaving with the rest of her group to go change into her uniform.
The walk was rough on the little one, who tumbled down toward the toe section of her shoe again before she finally came to a stop. He could see shadows dancing around the outside of the prison, most of the voices muffled or talking over one and other. There were a few words he could piece together as well as sentences... After a few minutes of listening, he could tell approximately where he was. The cadet's locker room aboard a station called 'Star Command' - Apparently this was the cadet group's first time aboard the station and donning their new uniforms... Mathew slowly crawled toward the opening to look up, just in time to see her standing over the opening. Her skin-tight uniform looked surprisingly comfortable on her. It had a green belt, the space around her neck was green and the forearm was green as well. The rest was purple, and she wore it very well. Mira was speaking with someone off to the side before her attention turned to her footwear...
Mathew panicked~ He watched as the alien woman gripped the outside of his shoe with each hand before tugging it closer. The action sent him further into the footwear as he tried his best to scurry his way toward the toe section again. When he got there, he looked back to see her purple-sock clad toes sliding in after him. A wave of stench washed over his little body as her foot covered the entrance! It was almost like her sock's very presence was enough to change the atmosphere... He lay down as flat as he could as her toes slid over his body, flexing a bit and kneading him down into the pristine insole...
"Mmphn..." Mathew whimpered in pleasure as he was forced against the alien's rancid-smelling sock. He was in heaven. Every motion she took send blasts of pleasure through his little body. Now he just had to survive log enough to enjoy himself fully!
*Months Later*
Mathew couldn't move... He managed to stay beneath her toes for the first day of rigorous training and the sweat actually formed a slight adhesive. With the heat from her foot and the inability for him to actually sweat on his own, he was paralyzed from the start. It didn't help that on several occasions, Mira's uniform became part of her in strange transformations through her journey. Once into a weird alien blob, and another time into a puddle of primordial Tangean goo. Every time though, when she came back to her old self he was there - stuck in her footwear... He wasn't stuck inside her standard issue Pulsar-400 Environmental Suit though - He was closer to her, in the suit worn underneath. This kept him with her whenever she phased through her suit into the open world.
His breath was shaking, the smell of her musk was all he could take in. He came into this boot when it was new, and now that it had seen so much action he had been beaten down into the normal prints one would expect from wear. He could see where her heel and sole crushed the ground in, where her toes found their spot grinding into the insole. He was surprised he was still alive after all he had been through...
His lungs burned... He was part of her insole now, he accepted that fate.
Then, the shoe jolted forward again. This time with enough force to dislodge him, slipping him into the space where the ball of her foot resided. The sound of Star Command's alarms raged around him as he heard Commander Nebula call for 'Team Lightear' to launch in their noble Andromeda-Class star cruiser known as '42'. He didn't have enough time to react, to get back to his safe haven as he watched Mira's rancid sock barrel in after him. She was sitting and he was in the air, which gave him a few beautiful seconds pinned beneath the ball of her foot under her dirty sock to take in the smell. He could feel her toes flex against him, the sock ripple against his skin...
Then, she hopped to her feet.
His body pressed into the insole as the pressure forced the air out of his lungs. He could feel his tiny form try its best to keep from crushing as her heel lifted up in her sprint. After a few steps though, the effort was pointless. He took a deep breath in, feeling his [REDACTED] one last time in this world before the air was forced out of his lungs in a single blow. It made a tiny, inaudible squeak as the princess ranger made her way toward the launch bay to meet up with her team...
By the time she made it to 42, he was nothing more than a stain on her musky sock... Soon he'd be trampled into nothing.
She never knew he existed~