Footsie Fun w/ Frieren.
Giantess Frieren
chapter 12
by
Quagmire69
Förster:😨 A...
A footrub?
Are you serious?
After everything that happened, you want me to give you a footrub!?
Frieren: If it's not too much trouble.
At your size, I'm sure that your tiny hands would do an excellent job.
I'll make it worth your while.
Fo:😑 Mmm...
Fine.
But just this once!
Fr:😏 I'll be sure to treasure it.
👣<🧎♂️
Fo:😮💨...
I can't believe I agreed to this...
[You approach the elf's enormous toes, reluctantly placing your hands on her big toes, feeling the porcelain colored flesh on your palms, like soft, moist leather.
You were so small that you could take shelter under her toenails if you wanted.
Eventually, you started rubbing. Despite your diminutive size, her skin had give, allowing you to massage her rather effectively]
Fr:😌 Mmm...
If I didn't know any better, I'd guess that this wasn't your first time.
But, since you explained why you're so small, I know that's not the case...
Unless of course, you were lying.
Fo:😒 Please!
You think I like being carried around like a little bug?
Fr: Being small isn't all bad.
I've been small for my entire life.
Fo: Yeah...
Not sure if you're just petite or grew up malnourished.
Fr:😒 What's that supposed to mean?
Fo: Like I said before...
You look pretty young, despite being older than me.
Honestly, you look to be about the age of my babysitters growing up.
Fr: How old were they?
Fo: Around your age, give or take a few centuries.
Still far younger than what I'd consider an elder.
Then again, Elves & Elfenhaft alike don't seem to age to the extent of humans or dwarves...
Even the oldest amongst us don't look anything like that...
The oldest we really look are like humans in their primes...
Raffiniert is probably the exception, but I think it's just his beard that makes him look older than others...
Pretty sure if he shaved it off, he'd look know different.
Fr: When you're talking about a beard, do you mean like a human beard or a dwarf beard?
Fo: Easily as big as a dwarf.
Fr: I've never heard of an elf with a beard like that, nor have I heard of Raffiniert.
Fo: That makes sense.
He seldom comes to the Adjacent Lands.
Most of the time, he's in Elfenheim.
Fr: Out of curiosity, how many elves are in Elfenheim?
Fo: There can't be more than a few hundred pureblood elves...
And that's a fairly liberal estimate.
Raffiniert tried his best to rescue elves from the Demon King's Ordered Genocide of Elves.
Unfortunately, his Elfenhaft forces were stretched thin, so there was only so much they could do.
Alright!
Done with your toes, onto the rest.
[You started on the balls of her feet, noticing that the skin was noticeably thicker, so you had to use your whole body to achieve the feat...
Of massaging her feet]
So, I know a bit about your story, but what about Fern?
Fr: She's a war orphan from the Central Lands.
Fo: Demons?
Fr:(Confirms) Demons.
Heiter took her in as a ward.
Near the end of his years, I was asked to train her as a mage in order to defend herself.
When he finally died, I agreed to continue looking after her.
Fo: How...
Generous & considerate...
Fr:😒 You say that like it's an odd thing.
Fo: I mean you no offense, but...
Elves tend to be a tad...
How do I say this politely...
Emotionally detached.
Fr:😓 You make it sound like a demon.
Fo: No!
Demons don't have a conscience.
Elves absolutely do, but...
I guess you could say that Elves struggle to show emotions...
Even amongst other elves & Elfenhaft.
Raffiniert looked into that, and came up with some theories...
One is that elves are simply are not nearly as emotional as humans.
Another is that your lifespans exposed you to death so often that you become jaded as a coping mechanism.
A similar theory is that the genocide traumatized nearly every surviving elf, possibly giving depression or Post Traumatic Stress Disorders...
Tell me.
Do you remember your childhood?
Before the genocide.
When you were as big & immature as a human toddler?
If so, do you remember interacting with your kin like human children do in healthy environments?
Fr:😔...
Most of the time when I think back to when I was younger, I often think back to the demons attacking...
And my Master saving, then taking me under her tutelage.
[You move on to her arches]
Fo: These Adjacent Lands are far more dangerous than Elfenheim.
I learned that the hard way...
I got training on how to fight monsters & demons, but...
I never thought I'd see humans act so cruel...
Fr: It was far worse in the past.
Ironically, the looming threat of demons has unified humanity and tempered the brutish thuggery of their kind...
Tell me.
How many elves have you met?
Fo: A few dozen.
Elves are a minority in Elfenheim...
But, based on Raffiniert's observations, the Elven residents of Elfenheim grew more sociable than they used to be.
Even more emotive.
Fr: You keep mentioning Elfenheim & the Adjacent Lands...
What exactly are you talking about?
Fo: Elfenheim is on another plain of existence.
A realm of it's own
Although it appears parallel, the two realms are actually more adjacent, with some natural intersections scarcely scattered.
Raffiniert found a way to artificially create new gateways between the realms.
Fr: Fascinating...
[You move onto her heels]
Förster.
Fo: Yeah?
Fr: You never gave us a certain answer on whether you'd join us on our journey.
Whether you decide to or not, could we trouble you to teach us some spell?
Fo: The Great Mage Frieren the Slayer is asking me to teach her?
How could I refuse?
You have a deal...
And it seems that I'm done here as well.
[You hop off her heel & onto the bed]
Fr:😑 Hmmm...
Overall, you did an adequate job...
But...
Fo: But, what?
Fr: Could I trouble you massage my toes once more?
I feel like you neglected to properly massage between my toes.
Fo: In my defense, I didn't want to be squished absentmindedly.
Fr: Fair enough.
With my full attention, you needn't worry about getting squished by accident.
[Frieren sat up, presenting her gargantuan feet towards you]
Wow!
You truly are absolutely tiny.
[She surrounded you between her big & index toes]
You're so small, that I'd wager that you could live between my toes.
How's that sound, huh?
Fo:😒 Beyond humiliating & degrading...
It really makes me second guess whether to join you in your journey.
Fr: My apologies then.
[You return to massage her toes, being sure to get between them & rub them with all your might, when suddenly, Mistress Frieren's toes enveloped you, causing you to be under pressure on all sides & her perspiration to drown you, with the cheesy, vinegary brine of her foot sweat being forced down your throat]
Oh!
Sorry.
You tickled me & I acted out of reflex.
[ She released you, to which you coughed up her sweat onto the bedsheets below you]
Fo:😑...
Moving on.
[You continue to massage her toes, being careful not to tickle her.
You noticed quite a lot of sweat below her toes, and something compelled you to...
Take a slurp of it...]
😰💭 Did I just...?
🤢
🤮
No...
No, why would I...?
💢
[Your stomach rumbled]
That's it!
I haven't eaten since hours before I even met her.
I should've gone with Fern to get something to eat...
[You hurry up & finish the massage, trying your best to clean yourself up on the dry area of the bedsheets]
🗣 Done!
No more!
I'm done with your feet, elf!
Fr: Someone sounds upset.
Fo: Oh, like you really care.
Fr: If I'm being honest, not really.
Fo: Talk about never meet your heroes...
🚪[Fern re-enters the room, followed by laundry bags via telekinesis]
Fern: I'm back.
Fo: Fern!
Fr: Welcome back.
Fo: Thank the Goddess!
I deeply regret not accompanying you!
I thought she'd be tolerable after stepping on me, but boy was I wrong!
Fe:😒 What happened?
Fr: I merely asked for a footrub.
Fe:😠 Mistress Frieren!
This mage is trapped in a predicament, you step on him, and then later you ask him to give you a footrub?
There are tiny insects bigger than he is.
Fr: He agreed to it.
Fo: Begrudgingly.
Fe: He's so small, he could live under your nail beds.
Of course he'd agree.
He was probably worried that he'd be nonchalantly tortured.
Fo: That I did.
Fe: Are you trying to scare him off of our party?
Fr: No.
I just really wanted a footrub.
Fo: Hey, Fern.
Fe: Yes, mister Förster?
Fo: You didn't happen to eat while you were out, did you?
Fe: No.
But I am hungry, and I saw a stall serving schaschlik(skewers).
The last time I remember having schaschlik was with my parents...
It was so good...
They also had quarkbällchen(donut holes) skewers...
I remember my mom making the best quarkbällchen...
Fr: Now I'm hungry.
Fo: Same here!
Fe: We should probably get changed then.
As for you, Mister Förster...
✨️💦🥣
You should probably wash up & give us some privacy.
🧣[Fern places a scarf atop the bowl with shallow water, making it suitable for you to wash up while providing some privacy between the three of you]
...
Mister Förster, are you ready?
Fo: Yes, I'm ready.
[Fern gently grabs you & places you back atop her head, allowing you to take cover in her hair & scalp]
Slayer.
You should take notes from your pupil when it comes to personal hygiene.
Fr: What are you implying?
Fo: That you should cease to wear boots barefoot.
Fr:😑 My socks were in the laundry...
Fe:😒 I still had a clean pair on while I did laundry...
Fo:😓 Can we stop talking about laundry?
Fr: Right.
Let's go eat.
...
🍖🍞🍲🥘🍡
Looks like a hearty meal to me.
Fe: I don't know where to start...
Fo: I'm stuck eating your table scraps until I undo this spell...
Fe: Have you checked to see if your staff is repaired?
Fo:...