Anka hesitates for a bit, with her huge and warm foot dangling dangerously close to your face. She watches you wince in agony as the strong, cheesy aroma of her feet spreads further and further. Soon, the thick, steamy vapour of footsweat is covering your entire head, with every breath you take through your tortured nose, you can feel your strengh strength fading more and more. You believe that if you are forced to inhale the horrible fumes of her feet for much longer, you will eventually pass out. And you are sure that if you get these huge feet pushed right into your face, you wouldn't be able to last one minute.
However, Anka has also realised that, as she slowly draws her feet a bit back from you, she speaks with a mocking voice: "My, my... You really can't take the smell of my feet, can you? You humans never fail to amuse me with your weakness. But your stamina is particularly low; Most of the humans so far could at least stomach my feet for about ten minutes or so before blacking out. To be fair, though, I have to admit that the smell is extremely strong today, even for my standards. Anyway, I want you to sniff them for some time, and I don't want you to pass out instantly while doing so! Don't worry, I have a good idea how to make you get used to the smell a bit; This has already worked a few times..."
Anka draws her attention away from you, moving around awkwardly without actually placing her feet on the floor, as not to waste her hard-worked sweat on it, as she clearly wants to save that for something else. Somehow, she manages to reach for one of her boots and instantly spins back to you. "Ah there it is! See, you will just have to smell my boot for a while now. Don't worry, these plate boots are pretty much airtight and since I pretty much always run around and have battles in these, the smell should be very similar to the smell of my feet. I tell you now; If you pass out while smelling, you will make me very angry. You do NOT want that to happen. Enough talk for now, enjoy!"
With a slightly sadistic grin, she moves her plate boot closer to you, the opening aimed directly at your face. The smell of them seems to be reaching you by now, it is very close to the stench of her feet (which is also still present, of course), but slightly different. While it has the same deep, cheesy aroma that almost makes your stomach spin, the acidic vinegary-like smell is much weaker in there. Just as you think that this may be a little less dangerous to your sense of smelling, the smell worsens. With every second that passes and every centimetre the boot floats closer to you, the smell seems to multiply.
As your eyes shoot open in terror, understanding that being forced to smell her boot may be much worse than smelling her feet from some distance away, as you did before, Anka gives a loud laugh. "Wahaha! Just look at yourself! With that kind of face, I doubt you will survive this. Oh well, here it comes!"
She continues to move her boot to your face, as it has almost reached it you can actually look inside the boot now. You wish you hadn't seen this instantly, though, as her feet have not only left dark imprints on the soles of the boots, but also a thick layer of sweat that remains there now, glistering dangerously as it draws closer to you. You take a last breath of relatively clean air, but even this sends shivers up your spine and your stomach revolts, you barely avoid the urge to cough and lose all the precious oxygen in the last second.
It really was your last chance, though, as the very next second, the plate boot meets with your face. Anka pushed it right into your face, quite forcefully, and your whole mouth and nose get pushed into and trapped in the opening of the boot, like into the vile abyss of hell, with no possible escape. While you have a bit of breath saved now, you still give a careful whiff, very shallow and small.
The smell explodes in your head as the tainted air rushes through your nose and into your body, a few strange colours dance around your vision as you feel like a hole has been blown in your stomach. The incredibly strong, musky and cheese like smell of unwashed feet and lots of sweat rushes through you, making feel you just as dizzy and lightheaded as before, if not more so. Yes, you are certain now, the smell is stronger right now. Much stronger.
"Ah, what's wrong, did you smell it? I barely noticed anything, surely you can do better than that." Anka taunts you as she grins broadly. The air inside the boot is unbareable. Its hot moisture is laying itself on your skin by now and you shiver in disgust. You shake your head around violently, almost managing to free yourself from the smothering boot on your face, but Anka was prepared for that, and she just holds your head in place with her second hand now. "No, you will only stop smelling when I allow you to. Now, smell!"
You are certain you wouldn't stand another sniff. And that would probably mean even worse punishment from Anka. But you also really have no choice, you try to hold your breath, but it runs out surprisingly fast. You try to give a last struggle, but Anka's grip is strong as steel now and you barely move at all. Finally, your body takes over as your nostrils suddenly flare open widely and take a deep, long whiff. "Ah, yes! That's it!" You barely notice the cheerful words from Anka, the smell hits you as hard as a steel mace to the head. The strong, deep foot aroma makes your stomach turn, you can't stop having to cough violently and end up having to sniff the boot rapidly. "Ah, you're already getting into it! Good!" Anka remarks sarcastically. "But remember, should you fall unconscious, your punishment will be harsh."
You are not even sure if she continues to talk. Already, your senses are fading. Your vision starts to blur, every sounds mixes into a strange, static ringing and the only your sense of smell seems to be working wonderfully. You know that if you take another breath, you will be out cold.
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