Time was passing by so peacefully from where he lay in the mouth of her boot, the heat and scent washing over him in waves. It sent chills down his spine with each breath he took in, soothing him from head to toe as the owner of the footwear was nowhere to be seen. She had just finished up with a Physical Training session he had imagined, probably cleaning up somewhere else in the locker room. It didn't matter much to him though, he was enjoying every second of his exposure to the soldier's musk.
Time had managed to get away from him, what felt like a few minutes to the little creature was really nearly an hour. He didn't hear her silent footsteps come back over before it was too late for him to react. Holly hadn't taken a shower at all, she was simply changing out of her dress uniform to begin a session of PT out on her own. She had planned the day to be vigorous in the absence of any other major duties, so instead of utilizing a fresh pair of socks she simply re-used the same old socks she had used the day before. Mathew felt her fingers pinch right above his head, catching his attention for a moment before she tugged the sock free from the boot. The motion kicked the combat boot upright, sending the little creature spiraling into the abyss.
The thick sock slipped over her paw easily, and without hesitation entered the confines of her boot after the little one. As soon as he could crawl he scurried his way toward the toe section of her boot, but when the light faded he turned to see the soft sock-clad toes sliding toward him.
The force of the impact threw him to his back, his arms reaching up and around her paw to try and claw his way out from beneath to no avail. Her idle weight bearing down on him forced his organs up into his chest, popping out his sides slightly as the ball of her paw pressed him into her insole. His arm snapped roughly when Holly shifted to get comfortable, not feeling him through the thick musky fabric as she laced her other boot without a care.
Her socks were already wet with sweat, his blood didn't even phase her as she left the locker room. By the time she was finished with physical training and ready to actually take her shower the little one was reduced to nothing more than a red smear of blood and gore on her insole. Other than his tattered clothing, the only thing reminiscent of his existence were the thousands of strands of purple hair stuck in the fabric of her sock and insole.
He survived several hours of the punishment, keeping his head between her toes as she ran and jumped through the courses, but the more she ran the more he slipped beneath her grinding paw's pad...
A soldier has to keep in shape, right?