Simply following orders.
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
Riza lifted up the document on Roy's desk, reading aloud the description of the order.
" A required inspection of the entire base is mandatory for the arrival of the Fuhrer within one months time. Check all areas for neatliness, tinyness, and effectiveness." Hawkeye grabbed another document, this one appearing to be an order sheet for her.
She took a momentary glance at it before smiling and closing the document. Looking down at her boot Hawkeye stomped the ground, grinding the sole of her boot against the floor as if she was crushing another small Mustang.
"Why these two orders look awfully similar. If I didn't know better Colonel I would say you passed one of your duties onto me while you did some meaningless drinking or such!" With that last exclamation Hawkeye repostioned her foot, callously wiggling her toes eagerly at the power she held.
She shrugged, "Ah well, orders ARE orders eh Colonel?" Without even bothering to wait for the muffled noise beneath her foot Riza took off, making sure to take a nice army march instead of the typical walking.
As for Roy, beneath his subordinates sole, it wasn't pleasant. The stomp Hawkeye gave him sent a surge of pain throughout his whole body, small little beads of sweat falling from the tip of Riza's ankle and onto the top of Mustang's head.
"How degrading," Roy muttered, although against Riza's sole it came out as a loud muffling as well as a few more beads of foot sweat sliding down his throat.
That was just a precursor for more to come, each step would toss and turn Mustang into a new position where Hawkeye's foot would then descend and simply bring pain to a new area.
"Don't worry Colonel, the method I used to shrink you also ensures you won't die." Hawkeye reassured in her march.
Mustang rolled his eyes in his boot prison, not making the mistake of speaking again. Things were pretty bad and the inspection hadn't even begun.
" A required inspection of the entire base is mandatory for the arrival of the Fuhrer within one months time. Check all areas for neatliness, tinyness, and effectiveness." Hawkeye grabbed another document, this one appearing to be an order sheet for her.
She took a momentary glance at it before smiling and closing the document. Looking down at her boot Hawkeye stomped the ground, grinding the sole of her boot against the floor as if she was crushing another small Mustang.
"Why these two orders look awfully similar. If I didn't know better Colonel I would say you passed one of your duties onto me while you did some meaningless drinking or such!" With that last exclamation Hawkeye repostioned her foot, callously wiggling her toes eagerly at the power she held.
She shrugged, "Ah well, orders ARE orders eh Colonel?" Without even bothering to wait for the muffled noise beneath her foot Riza took off, making sure to take a nice army march instead of the typical walking.
As for Roy, beneath his subordinates sole, it wasn't pleasant. The stomp Hawkeye gave him sent a surge of pain throughout his whole body, small little beads of sweat falling from the tip of Riza's ankle and onto the top of Mustang's head.
"How degrading," Roy muttered, although against Riza's sole it came out as a loud muffling as well as a few more beads of foot sweat sliding down his throat.
That was just a precursor for more to come, each step would toss and turn Mustang into a new position where Hawkeye's foot would then descend and simply bring pain to a new area.
"Don't worry Colonel, the method I used to shrink you also ensures you won't die." Hawkeye reassured in her march.
Mustang rolled his eyes in his boot prison, not making the mistake of speaking again. Things were pretty bad and the inspection hadn't even begun.
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March 13, 2025
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