"What, tired of my boot already?" She asked, laughing to herself. "Oh, or is it something else? Did you just want to see my precious little toes?"
"W-What? No! Of course not!" You say, blushing slightly.
"I wouldn't be insulted if you did." She began undo the straps on her boot. "In fact, I'd be flattered." She slowly started to bring her foot out. "It's not often I find a boy who lusts over my..." taking off her sock, she brought her toes to your face, "pretty feet."
Red as a tomato, with a tightness in your pants, you got into battle stance. "Are you ready to fight or what?" You tried to tell yourself that those beautiful digits infront of you were the enemy, your opponent.
"Alrighty, bug. Have it your way."
Without hesitation, she hit you with her big toe. You went flying for a whole foot, with a large round impression in your chest. Quickly reforming, you lunge at her, taking out the sewing needle you had as a sword. You swung your mighty blade at her digit, only to have her block it with her white-painted middle-toe nail. In response, she grabbed you between her big and other toe, raised you a foot off the ground, and dropped you. You recovered just in time to dodge the crashing sole coming straight for you.
The battle rages on for a while, you're left sweaty and slightly mishapen, and her foot very sweaty with a scratch or four.
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