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There were so many. Once I understood something about where I was and what they were, the part that tore at my mind was how many identical chambers lined the wall across from me, and my side had to have just as many.
It was seeing her that helped me understand my impossible situation. She’d been uncommonly tall when I spotted her in her sleeveless dress at the intake process, and now she seemed a hundred meters or more.
“So, Emily, on what little paper there is,” she sounded like she was giving a practiced speech to the woman following her, “They’ve been deported.”
I understood English but I’d avoided letting them know. Somehow I’d use it to my advantage. Somehow she’d pay.
“Nobody’s looking for them in El Salvador or Nicaragua or whatever, and officially they’re not here, so liability and risk are effectively zero.” She was so confident and smug. I was going to rip her hair out and feed it to her.
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I pushed the stick in further, and I knew that I’d found a good one. It wasn’t just dirt shifting and moving around; I could feel things bending and snapping and crunching in there. Structures, furniture, maybe one or two of them actually breaking themselves, but I hoped not. I wasn’t trying to be vicious about it. I just wanted to stir them up flush them out.

“Come out, tiny ones.” I was nearly singing as I twisted the stick around in the hole. “It’s not safe in this little nest of yours.”

I’d noticed it on my way to class, and coming back for them was all I’d been able to think about. I snapped a few pictures of my boots for my Twitter fans, and when I posted about what I’d found and my plans to go back and pay them a visit, there was no shortage of excitement.

They called me Giantess, Goddess… they tweeted their envy and eagerness, their desperation to be helpless at my heels. Mostly they were horny and needy, but usually I liked how they made me feel.

One of the inch tall people came dashing out of some opening in the warren. He and his friends were going to be the ones that gave me what I really needed. I pulled the stick back and poked him with it, knocking him down hard. By the time I’d gotten back up from my crouch, there were several more pouring out of the same hole and taking off in different directions.

“That’s right, run from me, little ones.” I covered the first one with the tip of my boot and smashed him into the ground with a single firm twist. “Run for your stupid little lives.”

They were trying to spread out in every direction, because they thought they were going to have a chance to get away. They must not have known me, which made sense. I’m pretty sure I’ve never left any of them behind.

I swept my boot sideways across the ground, and on the way back I knocked down the few that I’d missed. They weren’t going anywhere.

“Die,” I whispered as I stepped on one, enjoying the crumpling and crunching under my toes. I liked how it sounded. I liked ending their worthless lives.

“Die. Die.” I sighed happily, breathing the words as I squished another and another. They vanished under my foot with hardly a sound. I pressed down and transformed them to lifeless lumps and wet spots of dirt.

Then I was done with them too quickly. Maybe I’d expected more of them, or maybe I’d been anticipating this too much to hold back. Already there was nothing left but smears and motionless, flattened bodies buried in compressed dirt and leaves.

There had to be more. I’d only seen young men scurrying about at my feet. The rest of them still had to hiding in their hole.

A soft moan left me as I playfully prodded the mound with the pointed tip of my boot. These ones were more crafty than most. They’d sent out their strongest to try and escape. They’d let their men dash from the entrance as their only hope.

They’d given them to me, offering them at my merciless feet. A sacrifice to appease their wicked goddess.

I wanted more than they were willing to give. I wanted all of them--each and every one.

I aimed my stiletto heel at their home and jabbed it in, tearing through the dirt I’d already loosened. I twisted my boot and ripped it apart. I pulled back and kicked at it, clumps of dirt piling up in front of me until I started to see tiny bodies mingling with the pile.

“It’s so cute that you tried to please me.” I pushed the tip of my boot into the pile and flexed my toes, watching several more of the tiny things shake loose and spill down around the sides of my shoe. Others were almost certainly smashed in the compacted dirt beneath my sole. I didn’t care. They were all going to end up there eventually.

“But I’m going to crush you.” Saying it gave me the most delicious chill. These ones weren’t as quick or smart as the other ones. They weren’t going anywhere, and they knew it.

I might have imagined the screams, but that didn’t matter. I could hear them as I brushed my hair from my face, as I ran my fingers along the length of my body and smoothed out my dress. Screaming was all they could do.

Well, they could beg. They could plead for their lives, crawling before my massive black boots and praying for mercy. I wouldn’t hear them, though, and it wouldn’t matter if I did.

I took my time. Two of them were close together, huddled against one another like there was anything they could do for each other. I planted my heel before them and carefully lowered the ball of my foot onto their bodies.

“This is what you’re for,” I informed everyone that was left. My heel stuck in the dirt the faintest bit before popping free, rising just slightly as I shifted my weight forward and savored another set of crunches and pops. They were all watching me, so I showed off for them, grinding my boot back and forth to draw out every squelch and scrape I could.

Another group was doing their best to crawl away together. I didn’t look too closely, but they were different sizes--maybe a family? I pushed the pointed toe of my boot towards them through the dirt, plowing into them and sending them spilling off in different directions around my foot. “Squish,” I whispered as I picked out one and flattened them beneath that same pointed toe.

“Squish,” as I stepped down again and erased another little thing from existence.

“Squish, squish.” I pushed the ball of my foot into the ground and pulverized the last two with quick, firm steps. They were nothing to me. They had no way to resist, no chance of escape. Whatever they had been for all the days of their lives, it all led to today, to being stupid tiny things for me to enjoy smashing under my shoes

I scanned the ground for any other small, wriggling shapes. I thought I might have spotted one, so just in case I pushed my heel into the spot, tearing what might have already been a lifeless body in half. The whole colony hadn’t lasted more than a few minutes, but those minutes would stick with me for weeks. I let out a long sigh, and finally turned away.

Someone was staring. A man, maybe ten years older than me, must have been watching the whole time. Immediately I imagined pushing him down and walking right over him, wiping my dirty boots on his face.

Instead, I smiled. I looked right in his eyes and met his bewildered gaze, then walked right past him towards my home. After all, some fantasies really ought to be kept imagined.
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There were so many. Once I understood something about where I was and what they were, the part that tore at my mind was how many identical chambers lined the wall across from me, and my side had to have just as many.


It was seeing her that helped me understand my impossible situation. She’d been uncommonly tall when I spotted her in her sleeveless dress at the intake process, and now she seemed a hundred meters or more.


“So, Emily, on what little paper there is,” she sounded like she was giving a practiced speech to the woman following her, “They’ve been deported.”


I understood English but I’d avoided letting them know. Somehow I’d use it to my advantage. Somehow she’d pay.


“Nobody’s looking for them in El Salvador or Nicaragua or whatever, and officially they’re not here, so liability and risk are effectively zero.” She was so confident and smug. I was going to rip her hair out and feed it to her.


“Surely there have been moral objections, though. Are you concerned about internal opposition, Miss Burke?”


She dragged her fingertips across the front of the cages above me, her lacquered nails clacking against the bars. “The details of our operation are shared only at the highest levels. To most, there’s only figures--products and supplies. Our screening and security are second to none.”


“So, it’s quite special that I’m here, isn’t it?” I hated Emily more with every question.


“Four people have seen this room. You’re the fifth.”


Yet here we were. Hundreds of us. She relished talking about herself, and didn’t seem close to stopping.


“We’ve been able to turn a political and economic challenge into a resource. The energy that we harness through this process has no shortage of applications, and we’ve discovered that there’s an unexpected demand for our...byproducts.”


I seethed at the term. I wrapped my fingers around the bars between me and them, imagining the things I’d do if our situations were reversed. I could see them both screaming, one clutched in each of my hands...


That was one of my fantasies--it was the one that disgusted me the least. I hated her. I hated that her tight dresses and her lipstick and stockings did something to me. I hated how her fragrance filled the room for hours and hours after she was gone.


Emily adjusted her glasses and turned towards me, leaning forward. I felt like she was staring straight at me, but our cages were packed so tightly and she was distant enough that she could have been scrutinizing any of us. “It’s fascinating to see them so close. I haven’t seen them in person before, but I can understand why my clients are eager to work out agreements.”


“You’ve never seen them? Oh, darling,” Miss Burke turned my way, glancing back at Emily as her hand rose from her side and stretched out towards me. The only thing I hated nearly as much as her was this cage, but even then I couldn’t resist stepping back from the bars, shaking my head and raising my hands in defense.


It wasn’t me she came for, though. I heard a latch click somewhere above me and hinges squeak, and then saw a young, dark-skinned woman emerge, shrieking and clawing at the air as she dangled from perfectly manicured fingertips bigger than her head.


“Here.” She was revoltingly calm and casual as she handed the minuscule woman over like nothing more than some trinket. Emily received her awkwardly, cupping her hands together and standing motionless, staring at the thing squirming against her palms.


Her words came out in a breathy whisper. “It’s… so real. I can’t believe it’s--you know,” she looked up at the other woman, like she was self-conscious about what she was about to say.


“I can’t believe it’s a person.”


“Oh, darling.” Miss Burke didn’t miss a beat. She turned back just long enough to locate another latch, barely even looking. She didn’t care who she grabbed--I was fortunate enough to be beneath her reach. I could tell she’d pulled out a man, but that was about all I could see at first.


“This isn’t a person.” I got a better view as she lifted the man up in front of their faces, dangling and shouting with his ankle pinched between her fingers. “Have you ever held a person like this?”


She leaned close to the tiny figure swaying in her grip. “People have voices, they don’t squeal and squeak.”


The corners of her mouth curled back, amused in the most sinister way. “People are important. People matter. But this? This…”


I gasped, my hand reflexively covering my mouth as she whirled and flung the helpless man full-force into the nearest wall. The smack of his body against the painted concrete was too loud to have been real--my stir-crazy brain must have amplified the impact, just as it slowed time while he plummeted towards the ground, lifelessly tumbling end-over-end.


My mind was so reeling that by the time he stopped, I wasn’t sure if I even noticed the muted thud. Where he’d hit was unmistakable--a spatter of crimson on a bleach-white wall that I struggled to look away from.


Emily stared in silence while the woman she held squirmed and struggled with renewed vigor. Burke let out a long, contented sigh and moved towards the limp little body on the floor, the staccato strikes of her stilettos pounding my ears with each of her measured steps.


“You know, one of your clients really stands out from the others. SmallSnuff Studios?” She placed her palm against the same wall she’d splattered the helpless man on a moment ago.


“Not only does the business model make excellent practical sense, but their product is most… inspiring.”


Her toes rose from the floor, just enough to slide over the man. Emily’s voice was soft and flat. “I’m somewhat familiar.” Her eyes were locked on the elegant shoe perched atop a man’s body, covering it completely.


Just like my eyes, and surely hundreds of others. We all heard the first subtle crack, the crunching and squelching as her foot descended towards the floor. The slick wet sounds and squeaks of her tread slowly twisting against the hard floor, grinding the already flattened body to grotesque, pulverized smear.


We all heard her, too. Her low moan and soft sigh--her purr of satisfaction as she reduced a man to a messy stain. I shuddered with a sickeningly eager heat, watching her twisted pleasure and delight.


“It’s wonderfully cathartic to just… end one of them sometimes.” She dragged her shoe back, leaving behind a fading streak of deep red. “There’s nothing like it after a particularly challenging day.”


A spot, a smear, and whatever was stuck to the bottom of her shoe. That’s all that was left of him, but even with that in mind I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She turned back to her companion, their conversation barely slowed by her casual murder.


“You should try it.”


She’d watched her crush a man like an insect, and now seemed increasingly nervous with every passing second. “Oh, Miss Burke, I don’t know…”


“Nonsense.” She stepped forward and I was acutely aware her shoe peeling away from the floor. She slid her fingertips along Emily’s arms. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you have another one.”

Her fingers found Emily’s wrists and gently pulled outward without resistance; both simply watched as Emily’s hands parted, letting the little woman she’d held tumble to the ground.


A long silence followed. “So, I should just… step on her?”


“Naturally,” the reply came so easily. “There’s something to be said for taking one and just crumpling them up in your fist, but you’d have to leave to wash your hands.”


Emily nodded; it made sense. She lifted her boot, and the shrunken woman cleared her head enough to enter full panic, shouting and shrieking while looking up at the bottom of a colossal shoe. Too much goddamn sense.


“I can feel her.” It was a simple, objective observation as she settled her boot on her victim’s desperate, thrashing form. “I can feel her fighting me.”


Miss Burke laughed at that. “They can’t fight you. They’re helpless, pointless nothings and you’re helping me dispose of them."


Emily just stood there, pinning that frantic, screeching woman under her boot. Was she enjoying this? Were they both so utterly evil? She looked like she might just be uncertain…


“Crush her.”


No sooner had Miss Burke made her demand than the tiny woman’s screaming ceased. Emily’s boot smashed to the ground with a grotesque squish, firmly sliding forwards and back until all that remained was a broad streak of gory red.


The breath that Emily’d been holding suddenly flowed from her lips, and Miss Burke chuckled again. “Exhilarating, hmm?”


“I suppose I can see the appeal,” she turned her boot over, holding it at the ankle to examine the muck ground into her tread with a grimace of distaste.


“With SmallSnuff, that’s all that’s left.” Immediately their conversation returned to business. “Beyond my preference for their films, they’re also the safest and most practical solution. I want them to receive the largest possible share of shipments.”


“I’m sure we can arrange that.” Emily bent her knee and smacked the toe of her boot into the ground a few times, knocking free some bits of the woman she’d pulverized so efficiently. “Provided the rates we settle on reflect my client’s willingness to purchase in bulk. Now, I’d like that one, please.”


I’d been convinced they were coming for me before, but Emily’s finger was pointing right at me. Miss Burke paused briefly before turning my way, and before I could take more than a step back, my latch was released and her mammoth fingers dove into my cage, snatching me up with ease.


She barely slowed her gait as she dumped me in Emily’s waiting palm and moved towards the door. “Come along, we’ve got numbers to settle.”


Emily didn’t hurry after her. She was too busy looking me over, lifting me towards her face and exploring my body with her huge, dark eyes. She wasn’t exotic like Ms. Burke, but she had some appeal.


Until she decided to splatter or stomp me out like the last two people they’d pulled out of their cages, or took me home and ended me in some more horrid and sinister way.


“Don’t worry,” she whispered. “I won’t hurt you, I promise,” and with that she shoved me in a pocket of her bag and went on with her day.


Suddenly everything made sense. She hesitated because she didn’t want to crush that woman. She must be undercover--an investigator or a reporter. I was getting out of here, and I was going to be safe. For the rest of the day as I sat in leather-wrapped darkness I filled my head with fantasies of seeing Miss Burke at trial, watching her squirm in her seat as I testified about her vicious torment, about the pleasure she took in snuffing out lives beneath her patent leather heels.


Over the years those fantasies would fade. So would my hope, my hatred, my everything, because Emily was just a contract lawyer, and I was nothing more to her than some sentient hamster to keep in a cage, make cute faces at and drop scraps of food for a few times a day.


I convinced myself daily that eternal damnation was the reward for bashing my brains out against a wall or choking myself on sawdust, but I still thought of Miss Burke every day. I thought of her twisted grin and her towering stilettos, and dreamed again and again that she’d picked me first… that I was going where I belonged. That I would soon be a smear on the bottom of her beautiful shoe.


Instead I swallowed another piece of stale cracker, and discovered that I still knew how to weep.


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No cage could contain the Witch Queen of Daruk, yet here I remained, surrounded on all sides by shimmering bars coated in cold iron and platinum, suffering the deafening roar of peasant revelry.

The bars curved towards the top, and even upon the tavern table where I sat, I found myself looking upwards to see past the hips of most women and men who crowded around, moving past in a slow and steady line to each take their turn to gawk and stare, to make their faces and jeer.

The same arcane energies that kept me imprisoned also kept their filthy fingers away, so at least there was that. I had to have been betrayed. Only the grandest conspiracy could have overcome my network of informants, familiars and eldritch protections. When I returned, I’d purge them to the last. It was the only way to be wholly certain.

And I would return. They had cut me off from my reagents, silenced my voice, shrunken me to a height of mere inches and trapped me in a heavily cursed birdcage, of all things. They’d done everything they could to suppress my power, to leave me helpless.

They didn’t know any better. A wizard explores magic like a science. A sorceress harnesses the arcane through instinct and force of will.

Witches… witches are magic. Scrolls, gestures, incantations--all useful and powerful, but they do not create the magic. They’re aids to focus, tools to shape and channel and arrange. Even now, shrunken, caged, stripped naked and hands bound behind me, I was more than any of these revolting revolutionaries could ever be.

With every moment that passed, every cretin that leaned over and marvelled at my majestic, miniaturized form, I pushed further into their wards and enchantments. I unravelled their bindings while they while they fantasized about a new nation under their rule. I picked apart their transmutations, understanding what they’d done and how I could twist and adapt them to serve my needs.

I could have done it sooner, but I waited until the mayor and the priestess had gathered everyone so they could make some grand speech about their grand victory and the brilliant future for the people.

My people.

I was their queen, and there was so much more to being queen than simple raw power. Perception is everything. During a moment of raucous cheers and applause I forced the cage around me to shatter.

All that excitement and jubilation, erased so easily by one flash of light and concussive burst. They were so wonderfully silent, and they stared, just as they should. Every eye in the building was focused solely on me.

I was back to my full height in that same instant, but that was just for the moment. I paused only long enough to swirl my fingers in a single elegant gesture, conjuring a fitting outfit for the occasion--a gossamer gown molded perfectly to every inch of my exquisite curves, leaving bare my thighs above rich, intricately patterned stockings that vanished at the ankles into dark boots with thick soles and tall heels.

I was naturally quite tall and adored looking down on my lessers. Today, they would all see just how far beneath me they truly were.

They had tried to make me small enough to cage. What they’d done was give me the key to something magnificent--something unbelievably delicious.

Reversing the reduction enchantment wasn’t terribly difficult, and it was almost as easy to channel the same energies and push, and push, and push…

I was almost ten feet tall by the time the first person unleashed a scream. I had nothing I needed to say, but I did let my head roll back as I laughed.

At twenty feet they started to turn, and the first to flee were certainly the wisest. I could have reduced every one of them to ash a dozen times over, but this was so fresh and so new and so right.

A flick of my fingers frightened the debris away from my clothing and hair as I smashed through the tavern’s roof, and a firm outward shove with both hands ripped the structure in half around me, sending the outer walls crashing to the ground.

I’d never experienced such an exhilarating surge, and all that passion and rage and power carried me into the night sky, hundreds of feet above this little village and these ridiculous things that thought they could contain me.

They were my people--my subjects. They had a place and a purpose in my domain. A queen with no people rules nothing but her throne. Tonight, these people--these particular subjects, their place was beneath my heel.

Their purpose was to die.

I whispered a few words and waved my fingertips. It wasn’t easy to spot them, especially with the light from the tavern fading beneath its own rubble, so I lit them up. I called to their souls and watched them flicker to life, illuminating my little people from within with this ghostly violet glow.

They tried to hide, but I could feel them, too. I could sense their life and their fear. I lifted my boot and slowly moved towards the nearest structure--just a simple home, wood and straw and bits of stone. It barely resisted, crumbling sweetly beneath my unforgiving sole, but it was the settling rubble crunching beneath my foot and the soft, squelching wetness between the bits of pulverized masonry that sent a shudder through my core.

A half dozen little lights faded out underfoot. I twisted my toes, letting out a soft sigh of satisfaction that echoed through the village. It pleased me to grind their tiny bodies to smears, and they deserved to know that. There were little lights everywhere, though--so many more, and they were all going to have the chance to please me.

There was one, though, so much brighter than the rest. The priestess fought to control the panic, to seek the aid of the divine to hide these helpless insects from my wrath. I dropped to a crouch and reached for her, my fingertips pushing through her barriers with ease. They crackled and collapsed against my skin, like a static charge that lingered...tickled and buzzed.

She remained deep in desperate prayer as I pinched her in my grasp and lifted her from the ground, and I let her continue as I held her before my face, looking over her intricately decorated armor, memorizing the emblems of her order so I could address them when the time was right.

Eventually she realized that her words would do nothing. I silenced her voice, suppressing her with the simplest of spells, and then she turned her eyes to mine, glowering with pointless, pitiful hate.

“You should have prayed to me.” I pressed my thumbnail beneath her chin, smiling softly as she struggled and choked, both of us knowing how easily I could tear her head from her shoulders with nothing more than a flick. “You should have begged for mercy. It wouldn’t have saved you, but maybe I’d have just crushed you with the rest.”

I glanced down and swept my foot across a group of villagers in flight, sending them sprawling in the dirt. I turned the priestess to watch as I covered each one with the tip of my boot and simply pressed down, smashing them into the ground with one efficient twist back and forth. He burst so sweetly beneath my sole, just like the next, and the next, and the next.

“They could have lived out their lives, but you turned them against me.” I wouldn’t let her turn away, and still she struggled against my insurmountable strength. I liked having her squirm. I liked that she still thought there was anything she could do.

“Now, they’ve become nothing more than worms at my feet, and you’re going to watch me squish every last one.”

I swung a kick into the biggest building in reach and chuckled softly as it completely burst against my boot, spraying debris across half the hamlet and sending a pile of people tumbling and rolling through the street.

I closed my eyes and slid my foot forward, lifting my toes and letting the villagers’ essence call out to me. I could sense them, feel their existence just waiting for my massive boot to obliterate them, to snuff out everything that they were.

I shifted my weight and felt the exact moment of my little subjects end, when life left the tiny sack of flesh and nothing but flattened gore remained beneath my step. My eyes remained shut as my foot sought out the next, knowing just where it needed to fall.

I stepped on them, my lips parted in ecstasy as every footfall erased another inconsequential fool. I purred softly to myself as I simply walked on them, not even bothering to look down as their bodies scrunched beneath my tread and their homes shattered against my beautiful shoes.

I trampled the entire village to nothing but bloodsmeared dust in a matter of minutes, and the rush of power was like nothing I’d ever known. My eyes opened to see the pathetic priestess sobbing silently in my grasp.

A curl of a finger dismissed her enchantment and let her precious, well-deserved wailing loose to reach my ears. “You’ll need your voice to tell tonight’s tale,” I informed, watching her grow silent as she realized what that meant.

“You’re… not going to kill me?” There was no hope in her eyes as she croaked out the words. She was confused by the concept, more than anything else.

“Of course not. Enjoyable as this evening’s become, pleasure wasn’t my purpose. This was a message, dear priestess.” She barely reacted, still dumbfounded by my incredible actions and presence.

“And you’re the perfect messenger.” I shifted her in my hand and moved my other up alongside her, covering her face with my fingertip, feeling her features against my skin and sliding downwards until I covered her mouth. “Now, like I said, you’ll need this.”

I gave her my sweetest smile while my finger slid down along her side and curled beneath her thighs, teasing down the backs of her legs. “And you’ll need these to carry you from town to town.”

She shuddered a little atop my finger. Of course she was terrified, but she’d done a good job of suppressing her fear. It was nice to have a bit of physical evidence all the same. I let her legs drop to dangle and moved my fingertips back up along her armored body.

“These…” I gripped her shoulder and drew my touch down along her limb, stretching her arm out to the side. My thumbnail pressed into her underarm, and just a little curl of my index finger and a tug was all it took to rip it clean off.

“These will just get you into trouble.” I tossed the torn and twitching limb aside, letting her most agreeable screams fill the air as I got ahold of her other flailing arm. This one I more twisted off of her trunk, but it took hardly any effort at all before sinew and flesh ripped away.

“Now. You stay here.” I crouched back down and laid her gently back in the middle of the tavern’s remnants. “Someone’s sure to come see what all commotion here was about.”

I seared each of her sides so she wouldn’t bleed out, and then bent my knee and gripped my boot at the heel, carefully sliding it free from my foot and then doing the same with the other. I didn’t really trust her to stay in place, so I was going to make sure.

“Shhhhh.” I couldn’t resist gently settling my freshly freed foot on her little body and letting her screams tantalize my warm sole through the fabric of my stocking. “Save your strength, darling.”

Slowly and delicately I pushed my foot back and forth along her steel-wrapped frame, letting my toes slide across her face, dragging them against it until she fell silent.

“I wish I could see the faces of whoever comes to find you.” I bent at the waist with one boot in each hand. With great care, I positioned her body beneath the center of one of those heavy platform soles, and that, of course, brought about a whole new round of screaming.

Still, even a boot larger than a house wasn’t as heavy as one, and her breastplate didn’t crumple under my shoe. I decided on a whim to keep the other as a memento of this special night, and my free hand already had begun forming the series of gestures that would portal me back to my castle, my servants, my throne.

“When they do, you’ll be certain to tell them--The Witch Queen Sehanine rules this land, today, tomorrow, and forever more.”
Place and Purpose

It's my first Patreon reward story! This is reaching way back into my own lore, but Ranavalona's mother was also renowned for some measure of size shenanigans.

Never shrink a witch, folks. It only makes them angry.

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For a moment I was angry, but anger is a foolish thing. You stood in my way. You frustrated me. You’d think I hate you, but hatred is a waste of energy and time. To hate you, you would have to matter. You would have to be someone, be worthy of my notice and attention.

How can I be so cruel if I don’t hate you? How can I possibly do this to you? It’s not out of hatred. I’m simply righting a wrong. This is how you were meant to be. This is all you you’ve ever been. A wretched speck I can pinch between my fingers. An absurd little nothing I can erase with barely more than a thought.

I picked out these shoes for how they’d look to you. Platform soles taller than your entire body. Stilettos heels stretching above you like flagpoles. That’s the only kind of thought you warrant anymore. You think I’d squish you like an insect, but that’s too simple--too everyday.

Your family won’t be able to resist turning to look as I walk into the gathering. The sharp clicks of those heels, my short dress, the sparkling jewels your bank account’s bought me. They’ll ask what I know, where I’ve seen you, what the news I’ve promised might mean.

They’ll see you again. When I’ve made them all like you. When they look up and see your wretched little body taped to the arch of my shoe. You’ll be close enough to hear every detail, every pathetic whimper and scream, every squelch and crunch and scrape. I’ll spend the whole evening with them, laughing as I snuff them out, one by one.

You’ll see my lover’s face as I drag my shoe across it. You’ll hear her sighs and moans as she tastes them on my sole, and then maybe I’ll crush you, too.

Maybe I’ll forget you and you’ll wither away, forgotten beneath my shoe.

Either way, I’m going to start 2018 the right way, and you’re never going to see it at all.
A New Year
Some super short and swift flash fiction to help get my mind right. May your troubles be small and inconsequential for the coming year.
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Oh my goodness, the last few months have been all but overwhelming for me. I have so much that I want to accomplish and create, but it’s been beyond a struggle to carve time out of my life to keep at the projects I’ve started. Over the summer I launched my website, which so far has been a really interesting and enjoyable experience, even if it’s not exactly bursting through the stratosphere. I began publishing ebooks on Amazon and other marketplaces, mostly just to say that I can, but also to try and get my name out there to new corners of what can be a very niche fetish literature market. That whole project isn’t really going anywhere, but it is pretty cool to go on Amazon and find one of my stories showing up on the front page.


Since August, though, I’ve been put into a management role at work, and I’m realizing that a lot of my writing, editing and correspondence took place in the free time I used to find at my job--free time that I no longer have. Slowly and surely I’m finding little moments where I can chip away at my writing, and I’m getting better at finding these moments. I do have two projects I’m working on for SizeCon ‘17 and I just finished a first draft for episode four of Katie, which I’m definitely excited about, but I have so much more I want to do as well. All I’m asking for is more time and money. Is that so much to ask?


So, the long and short is that I’m still as dedicated as ever to exploring wicked and devilish fantasies and sharing all of those stories with the world, but it’s just not moving as quickly as I’d like it to.


Other than that, the other big news in my life is that I’m making more strides in transitioning to a more female life, slowly building a reasonable wardrobe and whatnot and also attending monthly group therapy. The first session I’ve been to was yesterday, and maybe I just expected too much from it, but it wasn’t the exciting, relationship-building, wall-smashing hour and a half that I hoped for. It was a strange experience more than anything else, and while I was able to be supportive of the other group members, I don’t know what I got out of it for myself.


Then, of course, I convinced myself that I’d head to the grocery store in my dress and heels, since I’m such a confident person and all that, and the moment I got there my heel cap came off, leaving me with one heel a full inch shorter than the other, and I also became keenly aware and self-conscious about every single person that walked by me. I’ve talked to my manager and HR director at work about starting to present as female at work and I really thought I was prepared for that. Maybe I still am, but this week feels like I took a step back.


I could talk forever about those sorts of struggles, though. I’m still afraid for my family, for the relationship I have with my absolutely amazing wife, and even more beyond that. Talking about this stuff isn’t compelling or interesting, though, and it’s not what I really wanted to do. I want everyone that cares to know that I’m still here, I’m still writing and I still have big plans. Life is a daily struggle right now and I’m trying so, so hard to see the beauty and hope on the other side, but I don’t know how far away that is. I just have to keep moving forward and trust that there will be a time where I can somehow have my work, my writing, my platform boots, a passionate romance, and happy children all at the same time. Honestly, that can’t be too much to ask, right?


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It's been some years now, and in those years I've gone from a roleplayer to a devoted writer of the most cruel and detailed shrinking and giantess fiction I can create. I pen stories about women with power, and not just women who wield influence and the like. Women who can reduce a man to an inch tall and would do so just to make his family watch her smear his guts beneath her elegant boot. Women who could tower over a township and wouldn't think twice about pulverizing every inch of it and every man, woman and child there underfoot because it just feels good, and she deserves the pleasure that their deaths and destruction will bring.

My interests and most frequent subjects to work with are cruel and powerful women with a penchant for exquisite footwear and equally exquisite wickedness, though I venture off on tangents rather frequently as well. Enjoy my work and let your minds wander along with these fantasies of mine, and know that if I had the chance, I would absolutely do all the same things to you.
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AmandatheForsaken Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
*Licks* Sneak attack!
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NatEdgecomb Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2016  Professional Writer
Oh hey thanks for watching! :)
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Avoreable Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2016
awesome work here, gotta leave a watch ^^
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BoomGTS Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2016
May I ask where your avatar/profile image is located so that I may favorite it? =P
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MissKaneda Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
It's actually cropped from an illustration in "Sundays." Definitely check it out if you haven't, it's the first thing that :iconsorenzer0: and I did together in our very successful partnership.
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BoomGTS Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2016
Oh riiight. Thanks!
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Gorilla09 Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2016
I simply refuse to believe you ONLY FOUND ONE PICTURE that you like in my gallery
:D (Big Grin) :D (Big Grin) :D (Big Grin) :D (Big Grin) Wink/Razz 
Anyway.
Hope you come back 
b good MissKaneda
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MissKaneda Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
I'm just getting started! And I'm at work, too, so I haven't really started browsing in earnest. I'm sure plenty more gold stars will be coming your way; CrushedBoyWonder's endorsement means there's got to be good stuff inside.
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Gorilla09 Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2016
AAAAWWW
You guys just saved my dayHeart Heart 
so sorry for the impatience

Enjoy work:D (Big Grin) 
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