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Hidden away in filth, nothing else in the world. Just feet. Smothering, worshipping, drinking, loving. No one needs to think. To explain. To understand. Come here. Make love. Don't think. Fade away into the haze of feet. Let it consume you. Need, love, suck. Stink, sweat, filth. Nothing else in world. Forever. Pleasure. Feet. Feet. Feet.

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This time in the shape of a 1-page-comic!!!

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Your name is THERSA SNAYKE, and you’re in... a bit of an embarrassing spot right now. It’s dark, humid, and so close to where you want to be...! Your limbs were a bit... tangled up in something at the moment, and all you could see was the small circle of cave ceiling from the mouth of... where you entered. After calling the struggling quits, you’ve been strung up here all day, forced to take in a horrible smell as your environment only grew more and more clammy...

...

Let’s take a step back.

A month or two ago, everything had been great! You were a happy little olive-blood with your slither-beast lusus, and nobody could hold you down! Of course... Then you saw something blowing up on Chitter! Something about a massive lady not to far from where your hive was, maybe about a city or two over... The idea was nice, but if it was real, the heiress would’ve shut it down! There’s no way that some... Mega Cow-troll could live out here! She’d be culled!

Then came the pictures. Oh my goodness the pictures. You had... You had never seen ANYTHING like this before- not in your whole life. It made something in your chest throb, your whole body alighting with some olive flame. Were you feeling red for her? Already? With only a single picture? This had never happened before.

A month passed, a whole month of preparing conversation and working up some sort of courage to talk to her. Then, the day finally came. The day where you would meet the fifty foot troll in person...! You finally set out, trying to keep your head held high, bringing little to nothing with you. It took nearly three days to get there, the absence of a better mode of transport not making it any easier.

Finally you arrived. You could tell you had arrived by, well... The massive bootprints and tossed up dirt. Th-Those prints looked pretty big... Would she even want to talk to you? You followed the prints to the cave, an Olive glow weighing heavy on your face as each step sunk you lower into your own mind. Were you even worth her time...? You needed to keep strong! Working up that last bit of festering determination, you ventured on, your confidence immediately draining as a snore shook the entire cave... Swallowing your fear you walked on with shaky legs...

The cave was like a maze, an old brooding cavern, probably. The snores helped you find her- but not after a long while of stumbling through the maze. There she was- Skylla. A massive troll lay right out before you. (A very messy sleeper, by the looks). Eager to introduce yourself, you took a step forward. My... The ground was a lot steeper than you would’ve thought. You slid down a rocky slope, bumping and scraping yourself all over before finally reaching the- no wait, that wasn’t the bottom! Massive, hollow pillars of leather were set out at the base of the slope. Her boots. You let out a squeak as the leathery maw seemed to open and swallow you whole... The fall was soft, surprisingly. Though, it was also a bit damp... What were you laying on? You felt like your limbs had been tangled up in something... You had been caught by her sock, the worn fabric having torn. You were held firmly by the strings, hanging there...

...

Ages went by. This troll could really sleep, huh? Finally, at about midnight if you were to guess, the snoring just... stopped. The silence was nearly deafening, before some movement was heard. She was beginning to sit up, the hay underneath her rustling in protest. She let out a soft groan, her slender hands trying to paw over her boots. Now was your chance! You began to yell and holler, your stringy prison refusing to let up. After a little while, massive fingers grasped the boot, slowly pulling it over... Your screams were going unheard. Not good. But! Finally your solace came! The hand started to sink into the boot, the massive hand wrapping around the entire sock, pulling it free! With another desperate scream, a pair of tired, bronze eyes drifted over, suddenly springing to alertness. “Oh myy- geez! Yyou alright?!” You couldn’t speak. Your face grew olive in color once more. “How long have yyou been in there? C’mon! Sayy somethin’!” She seemed pretty nervous, why?

“I’m Thersa Snayke...” You reply, your meek voice no match for her deafening talking. “Yyou coulda been squashed in there! What were yyou doin’! Gosh- it ain’t safe!” Not safe? You felt VERY safe right now, in the palm of her hand. She began to untangle you to the best of her ability, letting you pull yourself from some of the easier holds, all while giving you quite a talking to. “Yyou better get goin’, before I do. Yyou’ll end up gettin’ crushed if yyou ain’t careful.” She gently set you on the edge of the slide you had fell down, glancing up. “Well, whatcha waiting’ for? Yyou gotta GO! I ain’t gunna wait here all day!” Not thinking to tell her why you came in the first place, you quickly scampered off. But you’d be back. You had to be...

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