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Celeste's Quarters
Mathew gasped slightly as he came back to another world. His little lungs filled with clear air as he lay on his back, his left leg angled with his knee pointing up. After a few quick breaths, he let out a prolonged moan of pleasure. This torture was exactly that... He loved it, but he hated it at the same time. Did he want it to stop? No, not really... This whole experience was his dream, he'd wanted this to happen to him all of his life. However, it was incredibly taxing. At least he was able to get back to his own home realm every so often.
After a few minutes of gathering himself, he looked around... The place he was in was something he recognized... The windows, the furniture. Then, he saw her and every memory he had came back to him immediately. It was Tesla's quarters, he spent weeks stuck to the bottom of her feet and now in this world he was considered an insect. She sat alone reading a PADD, her feet on the ground cooped up in the same combat boots he had occupied through her trip on Nimbus' desert. The fact that he was here didn't fill him with fear though, it fueled his passions.
Without taking her emerald eyes off of the screen, she casually tugged her boots off. She usually wore black socks as well, which she discarded in the open mouth of her boots without hesitation. They were still on the Celeste, though the little human-bug knew nothing of where they were in the galaxy. He couldn't move yet, his energy had not come back to him enough for him to even get off of his back.
She stood immediately after removing her boots, picking up a mug of coffee from her desk. "Results from Ires' examination of the insect's remains that Fourteen had found show low levels of Triolic Waves... Requests a live subject for examination to ensure no sentience in the life form before ruling them as a pest officially with Starfleet Command." She mumbled under her breath as she began to walk toward Mat on the floor. Her accent was still thick, denoting heavy Russian roots. She had a few minutes to review reports from all of the crew members on the ship and get some work in before heading to the ready room, so she was going to do it from the comfort of her quarters.
Mat's breathing sharpened as he watched her approach, his eyes fixated on her feet. Casually she walked, her foot lifting over his tiny body almost as though it were in slow motion. He got to see all of the debris on her skin, everything as it came down on his diminished form. It would appear this visit to the Captain would be significantly shorter than all the previous ones he had experienced...
~Crunch~
There was no mercy to her step... His tiny body collapsed instantly. His ribs shattered, his tiny organs squished out of his body any route they could manage to take. He was far too tiny to even register on the Captain's busy mind as she strolled forward, completely demolishing Mat in her wake. Casually she stepped over to a small desk in her ready room and stood in front of it, lifting her heel to reveal the little one's mangled carcass mixed in with the debris and sweat, clinging onto the skin of her sole quite nicely...
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Celeste's Quarters
Mathew gasped slightly as he came back to another world. His little lungs filled with clear air as he lay on his back, his left leg angled with his knee pointing up. After a few quick breaths, he let out a prolonged moan of pleasure. This torture was exactly that... He loved it, but he hated it at the same time. Did he want it to stop? No, not really... This whole experience was his dream, he'd wanted this to happen to him all of his life. However, it was incredibly taxing. At least he was able to get back to his own home realm every so often.
After a few minutes of gathering himself, he looked around... The place he was in was something he recognized... The windows, the furniture. Then, he saw her and every memory he had came back to him immediately. It was Tesla's quarters, he spent weeks stuck to the bottom of her feet and now in this world he was considered an insect. She sat alone reading a PADD, her feet on the ground cooped up in the same combat boots he had occupied through her trip on Nimbus' desert. The fact that he was here didn't fill him with fear though, it fueled his passions.
Without taking her emerald eyes off of the screen, she casually tugged her boots off. She usually wore black socks as well, which she discarded in the open mouth of her boots without hesitation. They were still on the Celeste, though the little human-bug knew nothing of where they were in the galaxy. He couldn't move yet, his energy had not come back to him enough for him to even get off of his back.
She stood immediately after removing her boots, picking up a mug of coffee from her desk. "Results from Ires' examination of the insect's remains that Fourteen had found show low levels of Triolic Waves... Requests a live subject for examination to ensure no sentience in the life form before ruling them as a pest officially with Starfleet Command." She mumbled under her breath as she began to walk toward Mat on the floor. Her accent was still thick, denoting heavy Russian roots. She had a few minutes to review reports from all of the crew members on the ship and get some work in before heading to the ready room, so she was going to do it from the comfort of her quarters.
Mat's breathing sharpened as he watched her approach, his eyes fixated on her feet. Casually she walked, her foot lifting over his tiny body almost as though it were in slow motion. He got to see all of the debris on her skin, everything as it came down on his diminished form. It would appear this visit to the Captain would be significantly shorter than all the previous ones he had experienced...
~Crunch~
There was no mercy to her step... His tiny body collapsed instantly. His ribs shattered, his tiny organs squished out of his body any route they could manage to take. He was far too tiny to even register on the Captain's busy mind as she strolled forward, completely demolishing Mat in her wake. Casually she stepped over to a small desk in her ready room and stood in front of it, lifting her heel to reveal the little one's mangled carcass mixed in with the debris and sweat, clinging onto the skin of her sole quite nicely...
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