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Walking out of the kitchen, Yvonne saw a tiny bit of movement beside the couch, but pretended not to. Her head was performatively in the clouds as she walked to the couch. To the group of tinies, it was in the clouds: oblivious and towering above them. They dashed for any kind of cover, thinking they hadn't been noticed. She plodded towards them, bare feet slapping the floor loudly as she approached. Her hair and chest bounced slightly in time with her steps, though it didn't take many to reach one of the tinies. She spared a quick glance downwards, and planted her foot squarely on top of him. It landed with a crunch. She peeled her foot off the floor with a sarcastic "oops." She bent down to look at the bloody mess that used to be a person hanging off of her foot. "You guys are so pathetic. Look at you, crushed to a pulp accidentally by a single step." She sighed and scraped her foot on the floor, directly in front of the other tiny grieving at her feet. It did less to clean off her foot than shred what was left of the body stuck to it. She turned her attention to the third tiny who was still fleeing and left the other with the bloody mess, pretending to not have noticed him. She sighed, "I may as well clean up the other one." Her foot left drops of blood across the floor, closer and closer to the one who fled. A shadow fell over him, then a drop of blood landed next to him, dousing his left leg. He tensed up and closed his eyes, waiting for the end and heard a loud thump in front of him. He opened them again and stared at the massive heel in front of him. "Oh no, I missed." Yvonne said with the same sarcasm as before. The heel raised up, baring her sole towards the tiny. Her foot dragged back toward her with the tiny right in its path. He made it a few steps before being overrun. He fell underneath the ball of her foot like a steamroller and was flattened as it dragged him across the floor. "How do you expect to be able to run from me when I can crush you without even realizing it? You're easier to crush than ants, at least they scurry away quickly." She turned back to the last remaining tiny. He saw her glance in his direction and hopelessness took over. He just stared up at her, utterly powerless against the ginger goddess. Yvonne swung her foot at him and snatched him between her toes. The shocked and vertigo-stricken tiny swung through the air in their pungent grasp. She sat down and planted her feet on the glass coffee table. "I'm going to watch tv for a bit, clean the blood from my feet before I'm done and I'll let you go, use your tongue if you must." He tried to wriggle free of her toes and just before he had gotten free she giggled and scrunched her toes, putting him right back where he started. He must have tickled her in his escape attempt. This repeated a few times before he finally managed to escape, carefully avoiding tickling her sensitive toes. He carefully scaled down her foot then scraped the wet blood off with his arm. It only took a few minutes but now he had to contend with the bits that stained her foot. With no other options he licked the stain. She burst out laughing, nearly throwing him off. He regained his hold and prepared to lick her sole again. The last one had tasted predictably foul; sweat, dirt, and blood clung in his mouth unpleasantly. He continued to lick, though now they were both fighting Yvonne's laughter, her stifling giggles and him barely clinging on as she did. Yvonne had stopped paying attention to the show she was watching, the tiny's struggles were far more amusing, and the tickle of his tongue made it hard to focus on watching. "I'll be honest I was just going to crush you, but you really know your place. Make sure you don't forget that I'm your goddess and worship me like this. We might get along." She pinched him between her fingers and brought him to her face. "I think you're done, you're way too tiny to be able to clean my feet quickly." She dropped him into her shirt to keep for the time being. He tumbled between her breasts where he stayed, unable to climb out until she decided to use him again.

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Walking out of the kitchen, Yvonne saw a tiny bit of movement beside the couch, but pretended not to. Her head was performatively in the clouds as she walked to the couch. To the group of tinies, it was in the clouds: oblivious and towering above them. They dashed for any kind of cover, thinking they hadn't been noticed. She plodded towards them, bare feet slapping the floor loudly as she approached. Her hair and chest bounced slightly in time with her steps, though it didn't take many to reach one of the tinies. She spared a quick glance downwards, and planted her foot squarely on top of him. It landed with a crunch. She peeled her foot off the floor with a sarcastic "oops." She bent down to look at the bloody mess that used to be a person hanging off of her foot. "You guys are so pathetic. Look at you, crushed to a pulp accidentally by a single step." She sighed and scraped her foot on the floor, directly in front of the other tiny grieving at her feet. It did less to clean off her foot than shred what was left of the body stuck to it. She turned her attention to the third tiny who was still fleeing and left the other with the bloody mess, pretending to not have noticed him. She sighed, "I may as well clean up the other one." Her foot left drops of blood across the floor, closer and closer to the one who fled. A shadow fell over him, then a drop of blood landed next to him, dousing his left leg. He tensed up and closed his eyes, waiting for the end and heard a loud thump in front of him. He opened them again and stared at the massive heel in front of him. "Oh no, I missed." Yvonne said with the same sarcasm as before. The heel raised up, baring her sole towards the tiny. Her foot dragged back toward her with the tiny right in its path. He made it a few steps before being overrun. He fell underneath the ball of her foot like a steamroller and was flattened as it dragged him across the floor. "How do you expect to be able to run from me when I can crush you without even realizing it? You're easier to crush than ants, at least they scurry away quickly." She turned back to the last remaining tiny. He saw her glance in his direction and hopelessness took over. He just stared up at her, utterly powerless against the ginger goddess. Yvonne swung her foot at him and snatched him between her toes. The shocked and vertigo-stricken tiny swung through the air in their pungent grasp. She sat down and planted her feet on the glass coffee table. "I'm going to watch tv for a bit, clean the blood from my feet before I'm done and I'll let you go, use your tongue if you must." He tried to wriggle free of her toes and just before he had gotten free she giggled and scrunched her toes, putting him right back where he started. He must have tickled her in his escape attempt. This repeated a few times before he finally managed to escape, carefully avoiding tickling her sensitive toes. He carefully scaled down her foot then scraped the wet blood off with his arm. It only took a few minutes but now he had to contend with the bits that stained her foot. With no other options he licked the stain. She burst out laughing, nearly throwing him off. He regained his hold and prepared to lick her sole again. The last one had tasted predictably foul; sweat, dirt, and blood clung in his mouth unpleasantly. He continued to lick, though now they were both fighting Yvonne's laughter, her stifling giggles and him barely clinging on as she did. Yvonne had stopped paying attention to the show she was watching, the tiny's struggles were far more amusing, and the tickle of his tongue made it hard to focus on watching. "I'll be honest I was just going to crush you, but you really know your place. Make sure you don't forget that I'm your goddess and worship me like this. We might get along." She pinched him between her fingers and brought him to her face. "I think you're done, you're way too tiny to be able to clean my feet quickly." She dropped him into her shirt to keep for the time being. He tumbled between her breasts where he stayed, unable to climb out until she decided to use him again.

available in 8k and individual renders on patreon