Long Trip to Risembool
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
With a smile bigger than her newfound toy Winry began the long journey back to Risembool; energized just by the mere idea of Mustang and where he was time was gonna fly! Risembool was a good distance away from where she was and walking there? Boy oh boy it was probably going to be night before she arrived home. Not to mention it was a scorching hot day, Winry was likely going to be soaked from head to toe, her butt would probably be pretty dry due to Roy though. She snickered at the idea as she began walking.
To call Mustang's current position hell would probably be an understatement. The outdoor heat increased by untold levels just from being inside Winry's sweats; the combined warmth of clothing, outdoors and Winry's own body heat made it swiltering as if he was in a desert. It seemed as if less than a second had passed before Roy began to sweat, and not just a small drop or two but practically a river; if he could move Mustang would likely strip bare just to lower the heat by some amount. That was just from Roy's own body, while it did take about ten more minutes Winry too began to form her own sweat and as if they sought him out it began to drain towards Roy, seeping in through is clothes, pores, and even mouth. It tasted like sweat or course, salty, but the levels of it Mustang was ingesting gave it a whole new kind of effect. A slightly salty taste evolved into a complete dry mouth and throat which seemed scientifically impossible given the amount of sweat entering.
Roy had been through war, every sort of military training imaginable but nothing had ever prepared him for this kind of thing. The pressure of being between Winry's firm butcheek and her tight sweat pants was comparable to being inside a very very small chamber. The heat was like being in the desert on the worst of days. but there was a good thing about it all, Mustang was far away from Winry's buttcrack. Where he was right then and there smelled powdery, clean even but there...Roy's suffering would get even worse. That was perhaps the only solace Mustang found in anything regarding his situation well....that and how he somehow didn't get heatstroke yet.
All of this only described the first few minutes of Roy's suffering. If Hawkeye really did mean what she said about Roy possibly being with Winry for weeks then this was likely going to be the highlight of those weeks. Already Mustang missed being in Hawkeye's boot, at least there he was with a close friend but Winry...well they were friends but Winry would likely kill him before long.
As these tormented thoughts filled Roy's small mind Winry's was filled with much more pleasant thoughts and ideas; at least from her perspective. These ideas were mainly ideas of what to do with Mustang, using him as an insole like Hawkeye did, more butt torture, some things were her breasts, maybe toss Roy around in her mouth for a bit, make him climb her...the possibilities were endless. The thoughts were so nice though, Roy Mustang esteemed Colonel and Alchemist of the country, at the mercy of a country girl's feet.
"Maybe I can get Ed like this too and double my fun!" Winry laughed aloud, shuffling her hips around in an attempt to further mess with Mustang. Luckily for the Flame Alchemist the heat finally got the best of him and he was unconcious; he would sleep through the worst of his ordeal. Winry didn't know this though and proceeded walking pleasantly with a little skip in her step as she thought Roy suffered.
Time flew, it felt like barely an hour had passed before Winry entered Risembool and her own home came into view along the hills. On the front porch laid her grandmother Pinako and their dog both deep asleep. Her mind momentarily shifting from her tiny slave Winry smiled nostalgically as she came to her door. Turning the handle Winry entered her own home, gently closing the door behind her. For some reason around this time Mustang awoke, his suffering seemed to be over...for now.
The blonde beauty sighed in a mixture of exhaustion and happiness. "Now that I'm home....time for the household chores." Her thoughts shifted to Mustang, he'd spent several hours at her butt surely another hour or two as she does chores wouldn't be too bad? But Winry did have a nice long walk and her feet were sweaty, Mustang would probably feel good under there too...
To call Mustang's current position hell would probably be an understatement. The outdoor heat increased by untold levels just from being inside Winry's sweats; the combined warmth of clothing, outdoors and Winry's own body heat made it swiltering as if he was in a desert. It seemed as if less than a second had passed before Roy began to sweat, and not just a small drop or two but practically a river; if he could move Mustang would likely strip bare just to lower the heat by some amount. That was just from Roy's own body, while it did take about ten more minutes Winry too began to form her own sweat and as if they sought him out it began to drain towards Roy, seeping in through is clothes, pores, and even mouth. It tasted like sweat or course, salty, but the levels of it Mustang was ingesting gave it a whole new kind of effect. A slightly salty taste evolved into a complete dry mouth and throat which seemed scientifically impossible given the amount of sweat entering.
Roy had been through war, every sort of military training imaginable but nothing had ever prepared him for this kind of thing. The pressure of being between Winry's firm butcheek and her tight sweat pants was comparable to being inside a very very small chamber. The heat was like being in the desert on the worst of days. but there was a good thing about it all, Mustang was far away from Winry's buttcrack. Where he was right then and there smelled powdery, clean even but there...Roy's suffering would get even worse. That was perhaps the only solace Mustang found in anything regarding his situation well....that and how he somehow didn't get heatstroke yet.
All of this only described the first few minutes of Roy's suffering. If Hawkeye really did mean what she said about Roy possibly being with Winry for weeks then this was likely going to be the highlight of those weeks. Already Mustang missed being in Hawkeye's boot, at least there he was with a close friend but Winry...well they were friends but Winry would likely kill him before long.
As these tormented thoughts filled Roy's small mind Winry's was filled with much more pleasant thoughts and ideas; at least from her perspective. These ideas were mainly ideas of what to do with Mustang, using him as an insole like Hawkeye did, more butt torture, some things were her breasts, maybe toss Roy around in her mouth for a bit, make him climb her...the possibilities were endless. The thoughts were so nice though, Roy Mustang esteemed Colonel and Alchemist of the country, at the mercy of a country girl's feet.
"Maybe I can get Ed like this too and double my fun!" Winry laughed aloud, shuffling her hips around in an attempt to further mess with Mustang. Luckily for the Flame Alchemist the heat finally got the best of him and he was unconcious; he would sleep through the worst of his ordeal. Winry didn't know this though and proceeded walking pleasantly with a little skip in her step as she thought Roy suffered.
Time flew, it felt like barely an hour had passed before Winry entered Risembool and her own home came into view along the hills. On the front porch laid her grandmother Pinako and their dog both deep asleep. Her mind momentarily shifting from her tiny slave Winry smiled nostalgically as she came to her door. Turning the handle Winry entered her own home, gently closing the door behind her. For some reason around this time Mustang awoke, his suffering seemed to be over...for now.
The blonde beauty sighed in a mixture of exhaustion and happiness. "Now that I'm home....time for the household chores." Her thoughts shifted to Mustang, he'd spent several hours at her butt surely another hour or two as she does chores wouldn't be too bad? But Winry did have a nice long walk and her feet were sweaty, Mustang would probably feel good under there too...
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March 13, 2025
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