Daisy had just finished changing into her golfing outfit in the locker room. She glanced through her locker to find her club, noticing some… tiny thing hiding behind the clubhead. “What the? Some sort of bug?” She wondered out loud, leaning in closer to get a better look at the miniscule thing. Upon closer examination, it turned out to be a Tiny Guy- literally. It was a type of Shy Guy that was small. Perhaps a bit of a simplistic name, but the Mushroom Kingdom was never really known for being too creative when it came to naming things.
“Huh… How did you get in there, little Guy?” Daisy said, reaching in and stealing the miniscule thing out of the locker with two limber fingers, holding it right in front of her face and examining with an enormous blue eye, almost oceanic in how all-encompassing it was to the unfortunate microscopic thing in her clutches. “Aww, that’s the matter? Scared of a big gal like me? Hehe, maybe that’s a good thing~” She said, licking her lips.
She lowered the tiny down to her moistened, pillowy lips. She began to speak, captivating the very air itself and superseding any other sound that might have penetrated it. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt you- I’m just gonna taste you a little~” As the tiny pinched in her fingers struggled and fought, Daisy couldn’t help but chuckle a little to herself at the futility of it. It didn’t last long, of course- as soon as her laughter stopped, her lips were separated, revealing the deep, black abyss within her open mouth. The tiny’s struggles became more feverish and desperate, but it was still absolutely worthless. Daisy just wordlessly plunged it into the awaiting maw, delicately sliding it past her teeth and gums to the humid, sticky, squelchy tongue lying within.
Before it could regain its balance, what little light within the cavern there was was stripped away as she closed her lips. From all around the vast blackness, an earth-shattering sigh sounded out. The sound of her breathing was akin to that of a factory in motion, constant and rhythmic, omni-present and overwhelming. The slight movements and twitches of her tongue echoed across the area, the dripping saliva sloshing down in the darkness.
All of a sudden, the disgusting carpet beneath the tiny’s feet raised itself to the ceiling above, sandwiching them between the squishy tongue and the firm ceiling. The tiny tried to push against either surface, anything to try and get some space between it and the monstrous organ responsible for its entrapment. As with any other struggle it put up, it was pointless. In an instant, a wave of thick, viscous fluid rushed over them like a wave, before being drawn back like a riptide. And then the same fluid returned, and retracted. Again, and again, and again.
On the outside, Daisy was sucking on the tiny in her mouth like it were a piece of hard candy. As she continued to taste, she let out a small moan. In the confines of her mouth, that moan was akin to the cry of a whale, bloodcurdling, ear-bursting and earth-shattering.
She was so entranced by sucking on her prey that she didn’t even hear one of her opponents for the upcoming game, Pauline, enter the locker room. “Oh, hey Daisy. I didn’t know you were here.” She said. Daisy was so surprised she came close to swallowing the poor thing in her mouth. It narrowly avoided being flung down her throat as Daisy quickly shifted her tongue to her left cheek, placing them between the cheek and her teeth. “Oh! H-Hey, Paulie! Whash uh?” “...Daisy?” “Mmhm?” “Do you have something in your mouth?” “Mmh, yeah. Gum.” “Ohh, to help you focus, huh?” “U-Uh, yeah?” “Heh, well, it’s not gonna help you out on the course.” Pauline boasted, in a playfully confident sort of tone. Daisy smirked, punching her hands together in a show of determination. “Oh yeah? We’w she abouh thah!” She responded. Pauline looked at her for a couple seconds. “...You should probably finish that gum soon. I can barely understand a word you’re saying.” She said, reaching into her locker and taking out her equipment. “See you on the course~!” She said excitedly, waving goodbye.
As Pauline finally left, Daisy spat you back out into her palm. “Ugh, man… you taste so good, but if I play with you in my mouth, there’s no way I’m gonna be able to avoid swallowing you… Man, what am I gonna do?!” She complained, stamping her foot before her face lit up with curiosity, staring down at her foot. She stomped again. Then again. She looked back at you as she stomped for a fourth time, before her face morphed into a large, mischievous, terrifying smile. She slid you onto the bench between the walls of lockers, propping the bottom of her shoe on the edge for a moment as she untied it. Once she was done, she took her shoe off, placing it perilously close to her tiny.
The poor thing didn’t have any time to comprehend what was going on before the sky darkened. As it looked up, the socked foot Daisy had hovering only a couple feet above it began to descend, smothering it beneath the stale, grayed footwear. “Gotta see how ya feel against my foot… So far, so good~! Man, you really are just, like, the most convenient thing ever, aren’t you? You taste good, you feel good on my feet, you seem pretty durable so far… But I might be jumping the gun a bit. This is just me placing my foot on you, not walking and running and all that. So let’s get to the real test, shall we~?” She said, taking her socked foot off the tiny and plucking them off the bench, dangling them over the gaping maw of her weathered yellow sneaker. “Good luck, mini! You’re gonna need it~” She said, dropping them into the dank cave within.
Daisy didn’t even give it a moment to reorient itself before Daisy’s foot began invading the moist space within the shoe, smothering them between the soft, stale fabric and the squishy insole of the sneaker. “There we go, all set! Now, let’s go show Pauline who she’s messin’ with!” She said, stepping out of the locker room and out onto the course of New Donk City. “Hey, Daisy! You ready?” “Sure am! Hope you’re ready- ready to get thrashed!” “Hah! The only thing that’s going to thrash is you after I wipe the floor with you!” The two went back and forth, playfully trash talking each other before setting out on their game.
Every step she took squashed the tiny underneath her foot down. Things in the Mushroom Kingdom have a habit to be rather squishable- just ask any goomba. Mercifully (or cruelly, depending how you view it), the tiny was never fully squished underneath. It was forced to endure Daisy’s every bone-crushing step, every painstaking scrunch and squeeze of her toes. Shy Guys don’t have many ways in terms of expression, but if it wasn’t obvious, this tiny was absolutely miserable. It was just minding its own business, wandering around in the dark, trying to find food for the day. But now, it’s whole life’s been tossed and taken by this titanic brunette royal. If Shy Guys could cry, this’d be the time.
Daisy ran across the pavement to catch up to her golf ball, sweat beginning to leak out of her body. As she ran, sweat flying off her, in the back of her mind, a thought permeated; “I wonder how that tiny is holding up? I can definitely feel them in there… they feel good, too! Man, they’re perfect!”. Finally, after the excruciating hour or so beneath Daisy’s foot, the game finally ended, with Daisy taking home the victory. She walked back to the locker room and removed her shoe, freeing the tiny from the constrictive pressure of her foot.
“Oh, thank goodness! Was a little afraid I’d squished ya! So, anyways, good news: ya got the job!” Daisy began. She was wearing an entirely different outfit- a white bodysuit with orange lining. The tiny had no idea what she meant by “job”. How could it? It had spent its entire life surviving off of scraps. Why on earth would it know what a “job” was? Whatever it was, Daisy was clearly going to continue unimpeded. “Basically, you’re gonna be mine. If I want a massage, or something to taste, or just a little thing to hang out with, I’ll bring ya out! You and I are gonna be practically inseparable!” She explained. “Oh yeah, you should brace yourself- it’s a looong ride home~” She said, putting her shoe back on and trapping the poor thing underneath her foot again. “Man, what a great day~” She said to herself, leaving the locker rooms and hopping on her bike, her new “friend” in- or more accurately, under- toe.
THE END