The intense, murky smell was already getting to you, and it had barely been a few seconds. You gagged at the horrific display of Bowsette's waving toes, waxed with a thick layer of Koopa sweat. Webs of grime had built up in strands between each toe, and the black pedicure had even more dirt built beneath the nails.
"I'm not feeling any rubbing! Do you understand English, small fry?" She SLAMMED her godly heel down, crunching a portion of the green grass against the putrid flesh. Plant life seemed to shrivel up and die beneath the suffocating, burning heat and pressure of Bowsette's foot. "You, worship, foot! I'll crunch ya like a Goomba if you don't." She crossed her beefy arms. "Don't you know how to treat your queen? Being the big, strong, beloved leader of a kingdom is hard work - and I've gotta deal with that plumbing problem on top of it! My feet demand two hours of rubbing, a new pedi, then they'll use you as a stress ball." They flexed in anticipation, wrinkles showing. "Once I'm done you can use your tongue to clean all of the nooks and crannies. I'm gonna be watching, so don't slack off! Then I demand you sing a poem about how awesome my feet are, and the rhyme scheme better be AABB ABAB CC AAB..."
As she listed her demands, you couldn't take another second of Bowsette's burning odor. Becoming some kind of foot slave to this dominating figure was out of the question. As she's distracted with her mental list of foot-related tasks, you immediately run between the wilting grass blades, into the only hiding place you can see.
The unzipped boots.
Instantly once you enter, you regret your decision. The horrific air inside brings you to your knees, falling to the ground. Even as you try to crawl your hands are doused in humid pools of sweat-laden grime. The steamy fog from Bowsette's foot odor is so heavy that you can't even see the top of the high, black boots. You choke. Every time you try to move you end up slipping in the impossibly hot and damp flooring. All around you can see impressive crevices where Bowsette's gargantuan soles have dug in, permanently changing the shape and texture.
You look up, begging the Koopa Queen to fish you out and release you from this stinky hellpit.
Instead, she scratches her head. "Huh? Bwah? Where did you, little shrimp?" She stomps her sole. "You can't hide from me, I'll follow you to the ends of the earth!"
Bowsette's colossal foot enters the boot, her dank toes pushing you back. You're forced between her steaming toes as she steps in place, stampimg hard in frustration of "losing" her pet. The powerful steps cut off all traces of fresh air and light, and you're left to fester and endure her footsteps.
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