As you slowly regain consciousness after inhaling an abundance of Ashoka's rancid boots, you begin to take in your surroundings and more importantly how different they were.
Instead of the building you were previously in you are shocked to see that directly above you was glass. Curved in such a way that it might be, and with a sudden horrifying realization the hatch opened.
“Sorry about the boots back there,” Ashoka says with a smile as she climbs into the cockpit of her Eta-2 starfighter. “But you just had to go do the one thing I told you not to do.”
Slinking in further you were suddenly face to face with what we’re becoming some of your least favorite things in the whole galaxy, her boots. Being this close the smell was awful but contained, for now.
You thrashed violently as they got closer to you silently begging her to just stop, “please just let me go, please just let me go.” A silent mantra you kept repeating to yourself, praying to someone! Anyone! that maybe your prayers would be answered.
Preparing your already soiled nose for the worst you tightly shut your eyes and worked as hard as possible against your restraints to turn away. But they had seemingly stopped, just above your face.
“This is just too good,” the togruta half snickered,”you really hate these that much,” she waved her boots in front of your face to emphasize her point.
A weak rasp of a, ”please” just managed to escape your throat before you were interrupted by both boots slamming down right next to your head, just too close for comfort.
“Cmon we both know that these boots aren’t what your so petrified of, it’s what makes them smell oh so awful. It’s what’s inside of them that you so desperately want me to keep inside.” she sweetly whispered down to you as she began to pull her bare feet out of the boots that lay next to your head.
“Ooooh yeah, that just feels so good to air them out again, you know you were out for a while there and it was quite a trek back here. So if you thought they were bad before well,” she hovers the sole of her right foot just above your face, “you’re in for a treat.”
Luckily before she could firmly plant her pungent foot onto your helpless face a communicator buzzed and a hologram of what you could only guess was her master appeared. Seemingly ignoring you for the time being she opted to place her feet back down beside your head instead, but that did nothing to help with the vinegary smell that still emanated from them. And unfortunately she was right they were somehow sweatier, grimier, and stinkier than the last time you had seen them.
“what have I gotten myself into this time,” you thought as you stared in disbelief at the pale orange foot that soon would be using you as a personal smell absorber. Sure you had committed some crimes against the republic in dealing arms to the droid army but... was this an acceptable punishment for that.
“Well guess who’s the luckiest man in the whole galaxy,” she suddenly addressed you staring down and shocking you out of your thoughts. “Are you gonna guess or not.”
Reluctantly you replied, “m-me.”
“Ding ding ding, correct answer. I was just officially given the go ahead by my master to start your punishment, it’s crazy how fast he can get Padme to agree to something like this.” she gleefully said still staring into your eyes.
Considering begging again you tried yet again to bargain with her, “please I know some spice runners who can pay you...” But she swiftly cut you off.
Gripping your nose tight between her malodorous toes of her right foot she began to start up the starfighter.
As you spasm violently beneath her foot fighting for a breath of fresh air, she speaks clear and confidently, “ By decree of the Galactic Republic for crimes against them by aiding the enemy in the war effort you have been sentenced to a punishment of my choosing.”
Tears formed in you eyes from both the stench of the slowly tightening grip of the cheesy toes and the realization that you might never be free again.
“And I bet you already know, that you. belong. to. me.” she accented each word with a squeeze of her toes forcing the stench deep into your lungs.
Black slowly crept into your vision once more as you found that Ashoka’s rank feet where about to cause you to black out again. The tears held in your eyes spilled freely now as consciousness almost slipped away.
But then a breath, a holly wonderful breath of fresh air rushes into you seeing Ashoka retract her foot from your face and feeling the rumble of the engine. “Don’t get too comfortable, I just have to focus on getting out of the atmosphere then it’s all R-7. Plus why would I want you to pass out yet, we just got started.”
While greedily gulping down air knowing the next might be your last for a while, Ashoka looks down at you a wide grin plastered on her face, “maybe being a padawan won’t be so bad now knowing I’ll always have you to come back too, now... get back to sniffing.”
And with that her pale orange feet came into view again dripping sweat onto your face as they lowered slowly, clearly enjoying the fear you experienced. She planted both heels onto your nose and said simply and sternly, “deep breathes.”
Her heels were rougher and more calloused than you would have expected for some one her age, but still they stunk of moldy blue cheese and vinegar that had been left out in the heat to boil. You at first refused to breath through your nose opting to use your mouth instead, you could still smell it but it wouldn’t be as potent. But then she called you out on it.
“It would be a real shame if I used the force to start helping you breathe, but it can be arranged.” she said getting more aggravated with time.
Deciding that being able to breathe of your own volition would be better than not you steady yourself and take a big whiff of her sweaty heels. Immediately it is as if the foulest stench imaginable has entered your nose, enough to make you gag and eyes water “That feels so go keep it up,” she said while grinding her heels into your nose. Opting for quick rapid sniffs instead one large one you got to work rapidly taking in air from Ashoka’s heels.
She looked down and moved her feet back some, “nice job on my heels, but now you should really get used to my soles.” She then buried your face deep into the orange expanse of her sole with your nose getting slicked by sweat, and assaulted by a stronger smell than before. More rapid sniffing ensued and as she slowly wiggle and grinder her feet happily onto your face you enter a lose circle of hell.
Moving her feet back again so now your nose was level with her toes she didn’t even speak, just shooting an authoritative look at you as she cured your nose between here toes. Yet here when you tried the quick sniff it didn’t work she would shut your nose with her toes first and soon you understood. She essentially wanted you to continually take the deepest longest breaths you could at the most foul smelling part of her foot.
Steadying yourself you prepared for possibly the worst experience of your life, so far, and slowly drew in air from your nose. The odor could only be described as week expired milk left inside of a gym sock in the hood that it might become a cheese. It was rank, nasty, revolting and outright disgusting. You wanted to do more than gag, you wanted out now. But Ashoka only gleefully wiggled her toes to show you just how happy you were making here as she blissfully remained mostly unaware of your plight.
“Two more times...slave,” she said scrunching her nose onto your nose once more.
Already being this far gone you drew in another wave of noxious fumes and saw your friend darkness creep into your vision again.
“Once more now, you can do it.” On the verge of throwing up and well past tears you gave in to your togruta owner and pulled the remains of your pride and shattered them just as her foot stink shattered your brain as you drew in the final breath. “Oh, such a good slave, and look at that you did such a good job I think i’ll let you have a little nap,” she cheerfully said as you felt your body go limp.
The last thing you felt was the starfighter land and Ashoka slip her boots back on before darkness encompassed your vision fully, and you blacked out.
Where do you wake up this time?
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