Ventria, one of the few planets that could be considered a pure utopia in the system. It was at the heart of Her Majesty's territory and protected by several fleets of warships sworn to the Royal Marines. It was also headquarters for the Amaterasu's crew, who were treated lavishly as defenders of the crown. They weren't part of the Royal Marines officially, but staying on the right side of their laws allowed the Privateers to earn some great luxuries which included all the supplies they could ever need for their endeavors. They would often go out on extended missions at the direct request of the Queen herself, and their ship - while completely owned by the crew - was fabricated as an experimental weapon. It was the only ship of its kind in the universe, and the elements required to make the Android aboard the ship itself were so scarce that they likely would keep that title indefinitely.

Today though, today was a day back home.

Lucia threw on her jacket as she made her way to the door of her quarters where her white boots were sitting. She adored them: They were an older style of paratrooper combat boot that zipped up the side, though they were made out of a new material that resisted wear and tear perfectly. As such, even though they had been long since broken in, they looked as though they were in mint condition. They had subdued gray floral patterns across the sides, but she absolutely adored the tread pattern. It was designed so that it looked like she left cute little paw prints wherever she went, with four 'toes', a 'ballpad' and a 'heelpad'. There were always a few little bio-droids crushed to the underside of them, sometimes inside: Bio-droids were a cute little humanoid-style robot that perfectly mimicked a human being, though they were designed to be killed and abused for fun. The shrinking chambers on the Amaterasu were mostly for prisoners, and those prisoners were often killed in the same way by the crew if they weren't worth anything.

As she crouched in front of her boots to slide them on, she smirked. A small, blue-haired human was laying down next to them! He looked quite tired, like he was sleeping, but the only people that were shrunken like that were usually convicts or enemies of Her Majesty's Royal Court....

"Oh bad luck," She giggled slightly as she casually removed her dirty, pink sock. "I was just about to start my day~ For a convict, you're a pretty bold one aren't you."

He didn't move.... So instead of worrying about it, she simply reached down, plucked him up by his hair, and held him over the opening of the sock. The motion got him to squeak and squirm like a little worm on a hook, but that wouldn't stop her from doing what she was about to. She bit her lower lip, still crouched as she looked him over from top to bottom. Her blonde hair shifted, starting at the roots - it turned from blonde to a bright pink, the same with her eyebrows. She had a special implant that allowed her to change her hair-color at will, to the point where she could even make it glow in the dark if she wanted to.

"Wh..." Mathew whimpered, "Who are you?"

"Your executioner." She quipped as she let him fall.

The little one tumbled into the toe section of her fairly unkempt sock. It was obvious she had already worn this for a few days at least, as the walls were thick and stale with sweat. As he tried to wiggle himself around, he felt the sock fall downward at a rapid pace. Lucia casually slid her foot into her sock, pulling it tight right up above the nub of her ankle. She could feel the little man struggling against her arch as she stood up, though she was feeling fairly generous. A quick kill wouldn't be fun, and she wasn't really keen on the idea of being alone during her errands and subsequent training regimen.

"Good luck little con~" Lucia cooed as she slid her foot back, tapping the tip of her toes on the ground so that she could help Mathew slide down into the safety that they would give. "Hope you aren't afraid of heatstroke."

She felt his little pebble of a body roll down to the safe space between her toes, and then she squeezed gently. Just enough to keep him there as she slid her foot into the confines of her combat boot and zipped up the side. When he was settled in, she let her toes relax over him and shifted so that she could put on her other shoe. She adored the feeling of a tiny prisoner's breath on her skin as she went about her day, and she was absolutely ecstatic that she had found someone to join her on her trip. As she approached the doorway, she pressed a button the wall to open it and seal it behind her. The door frame turned red, and she was off...

9 Hours Later

He had done an admirable job of keeping beneath her toes throughout the day, but to his dismay, Lucia preferred to run most of her errands on foot. It was good exercise, and everyone on the Amaterasu was almost always looking for a good way to keep in shape. She was addicted to jogging and walking though, which made it quite hard on the little being stuck beneath her foot. He was coated in her sweat by now, hardly able to grab onto anything other than her sock. A normal human would have died from heat exhaustion due to the sweat disallowing him from actually cooling off in here, but he wasn't a normal human. It was torturous though, and the sweat from her sock before had long since reactivated to make his life even more difficult. The smell wasn't terrible, it was more like what one would expect from someone wearing their boots for an extended period of time.

Lucia had all but started to ignore his existence. She loved the airflow between her toes as her strides forced him to heave out air with each step, and whenever she saw a little convict trying to get by on the street, she would adjust her stride so that the tiny being's body could come along with her under her paw-print boots. Her secondary job aboard the ship was that of an Enforcer, she was the one who would execute prisoners if they needed to be and collect a sample of their remains to prove their execution. All the dealings had been done for the day: She had arranged for a medical supply run to bring some equipment she needed to the Amaterasu before they shipped back off, as well as a bit of alcohol for her off time on the ship. Now though, she was planning to spend the rest of her night with the crew at a local bar. Even their ships android, Vena, was in attendance.

As she approached the bar, her jog slowed slightly. She was a bit exhausted and sweaty, but it didn't take her very long to catch her breath as she walked into the bar and took a seat next to the Android.

All Mathew could hear were mumbled people talking beyond his walls as she finally stopped running and moving around. Her toes simply rested on him, and the only light he had in his little alcove space of her sock came from the glowing blue liquid she coaxed out of him at a fairly constant rate through the entire ordeal. He could hear her having a great time, drinking, loving every second of the crew's interactions. It truly was a great place to be if you were on the right side of the law. The few bodies of dead convicts that had come along were crushed so deeply into the paw-print of her boots by now that they weren't coming off for a while. He could hear laughing, feel her jesting through her foot's movements, and every time her toes would idly fiddle with him - it sent him on a whirlwind of sensations that he wasn't quite used to.

Lucia knew he was special, not only because he was alive, but because as she wore him - she could feel her mood brighten. She wasn't sure what it was, or if it was just something in her own head, but she felt like she could run further and jump higher when she had him around....

3 Hours Later

"Would you like me to accompany you to your bed?" Vera asked Lucia as the two stood out in front of her home.

Lucia had one too many to drink at the bar, and the Android volunteered to escort her home and ensure that she returned safely to her premises. Lucia chuckled, patting her friend on the shoulder a bit as she leaned against the doorway. The aperture turned green as it recognized her presence and was under low lock, and she almost fell inside. Vera caught her, keeping her from falling down with ease as the pink-haired girl smirked.

"That sounds dirty Vera," She giggled, "No, thanks for the escort though."

"I will check on you in the morning then." Vera smiled back, "Sleep well, friend."

"You too." Lucia said with a smile as the door hissed shut.

The lights to her home quarters turned on as she lazily wandered over toward her bed, taking a seat almost immediately as soon as she got there. The window behind her was nice, showing the darkened skyline and all the buildings around. As she lazily leaned forward, she felt a little twitch between her toes... Like a kid unwrapping a birthday present she unzipped her shoe, tossed it aside, and tugged off her sock. Grabbing it by the toe section and wiggling it around, she felt the little body roll out and flop on the ground. His pelvis was covered in a bit of glowing blue liquid, but other than that, he was completely fine! Her drunk self didn't even think to question the strange substance on his body as she took her other shoe and sock off and tossed her jacket over to the side. She then tugged off her shirt, tossing it over to where her jacket was to reveal her white sports bra that she wore whenever she was planning on exercising.

"I can't believe you actually made it, toe-jam." She cooed as she watched him writhe in, what she assumed was discomfort. "This.... This is the cherry on top of a great day."

He rolled to his back in time to watch her foot rise over him. She set it down on his little body, pinning him there for a moment as she felt his little feeble struggles. Her long, pink hair reached down as the girl smiled a sadistic, yet somehow cheery smile down to the little one beneath her. She wasn't going to make this a quick death. She gently began to tease him, twisting him into the ground a bit and applying just enough pressure to break bones. She was still highly intoxicated though, which meant her motor skills weren't exactly the greatest. Nearly twenty minutes passed of this little twisting torture before she accidentally pressed a bit too hard and felt him burst. The sensation sent a chill up her spine as she lifted her foot up to see him plastered there.

"How cute~" She said slyly as she rolled back into her bed and pulled her cover over her lap.

She slid off her pants and tossed them aside too, before reaching over to the cup of liquid next to her bed that she had pre programmed to be made on her arrival home. It was an anti-hangover drug that she always took - It was down in a single shot, and so was she...

The Next Morning...

Having mostly forgotten the little one stuck on the bottom of her foot, Lucia slowly woke from her slumber. The hangover medicine was working, but she was still quite tired. The moment the computer saw that it was clear she was completely awake, she heard the sound of a fabrication machine in the background. A cup of warming coffee came into being... It was the perfect day, the perfect night, and the perfect morning. She yawned, took her coffee in hand, and sat up - leaning against the windowsill as she took a sip of her morning brew. Her feet were sticking out from beneath the covers, and she could feel Mathew's body pasted there, but she didn't quite care. She initially thought him to be a random convict or bio-droid, but the hangover drug helped her remember the night before.

She wanted to walk on him a bit longer, wait until he was unrecognizable before washing up. It wouldn't take too terribly long....