Tiny Ari (Part 1) (Patreon)

(Draft of an upcoming story that you may have seen already. I'm really busy so sorry for the lack of activity).

The squeaking of sneakers echoed throughout the school gym as tiny and normal-sized students ran their laps around the basketball court. Accompanying the sound was a different kind of squeaking. The squeaking of an angry micro-gym teacher yelling through a megaphone. While it wasn’t too bizarre for Ms. Ari to be somewhat harsh toward her students, today she was particularly mean due to two “disrespectful” students who decided to show up late. Despite saying “sorry,” the tiny gym teacher was beyond hesitant to accept their apology and had been glaring menacingly at them from the moment they started their laps. This was due in part to the fact that they didn’t seem remorseful at all considering the fact that both of them were nearly 10 minutes late. After apologizing, they just continued to chat casually as if nothing happened and continued to do so as they ran.

“So, like I was saying, the amount of effort it takes to raise these fish is crazy!” Megumi declared to Furyu, her chest bouncing up and down as she ran. “You can’t just put them in some inhumane glass bowl! Even a Betta Fish needs at least 5 gallons and don’t even get me started on Goldfish…” She continued to rant about various fish misconceptions for one whole lap before Furyu finally cut her off. 

“That’s cool and all, but what does any of this have to do with Koi fish…” She asked, somewhat frustrated by her tangent. The conversation only got louder and more enthusiastic from there, echoing throughout the stadium. Being the (female) pride and joy of her class, nobody seemed to mind hearing her during her state of extreme passion— though most wished she’d talk about some of her other interests with the same amount of energy. While her fellow classmates listened on or ignored her loud speech, Ms. Ari didn’t take too kindly to the disruption. Megumi and Furyu were already on thin-ice so this was more than enough to push the tiny gym teacher over the edge. Grasping her megaphone forcefully, she yelled angrily towards the two girls.

“20 MORE LAPS!!! AND STOP THE CHATTER!!” Taking a deep breath, she yelled once more. “NO ONE CARES ABOUT STUPID FISH!!” While initially apologetic about being disruptive, that remorse faded away in an instant upon hearing her second comment. Pouting to herself, Megumi stopped talking and did the 20 laps as ordered along with Furyu. As they ran Megumi’s typically happy aura became almost completely muted. The pride she gained from shutting the duo down was pretty immense as she always had a lot of trouble disciplining normal-sized students due to her small stature.

While most would consider the extra laps ample punishment for being late and disrupting class, Ms. Ari thought otherwise. Seemingly on a powertrip, the small gym teacher kept forcing them to do extra exercises seemingly out of spite. Whether it was adding more reps, or telling them to repeat exercises from the very beginning even if they had done them correctly. The extra work wasn’t that much of a problem for Furyu as it was for Megumi, but Ms. Ari’s power trip was starting to piss the delinquent off. Every smug command and harsh comment got on her nerves. By the end of gym class, the two were exhausted sweaty messes (Megumi moreso than Furyu).

Megumi, alongside being tired, was still pretty annoyed by Ms. Ari’s comment. And while it wouldn’t affect her for more than a day or so, seeing how distraught she seemed to be pissed Furyu off even more. It didn’t take long for a pretty sinister plan to form in her mind. Taking advantage of how gym was the last class period of the day, the delinquent convinced Megumi to skip showering and to meet her in the clubroom after school. Not knowing what she had in mind, Megumi went on ahead while waiting in the locker room for the rest of the gym class to clear out. After a few minutes, she poked her head out from behind the locker room door and squinted her eyes to catch of blurry glimpse of her cruel gym teacher’s distinct pink hair by the bleachers. While she didn’t know what she was doing, it didn’t really matter to her. Scanning the gym once more to make sure no one was around, she casually approached. 

“What do you want—” Before she could even register Furyu as a threat or ask why she was staying back so late, the tiny teacher was scooped up into her hand and held tightly in her grasp. It was impossible for a tiny to resist even the weakest normal-sized students, but due to Furyu’s improbable strength it was even more of an impossibility. Her struggles and pleas were completely ignored by Furyu as she used her free hand to reach down for something— her sock. All Ms. Ari could do was watch and hold her breath as the strong odor of her freshly removed sweat-soaked socks got stronger and stronger as she brought the sock closer. What once was a pristine white sock, completely discolored and stained to a sickly gray from rough wear and continuos use. The tiny gym teacher wasn’t even that close to the odorous cloth and she was already starting to tear up from how strong they stinked. It was clear that the sock had not been washed for quite some time. She was already regretting giving her extra work and that regret would grow even stronger as Furyu held her over the sock’s opening. 

“Please! You don’t have to do this!!” The pink-haired gym teacher begged and fruitlessly pushed against her strong tree-trunk-like fingers. Hyperventilating and choking up on the humid thick smell of the sock, Ms. Ari went from pushing against her hand with all her might to holding on for dear life as Furyu’s grip loosened. Her efforts were obviously useless and within seconds she was tumbling down the sweat-lined cloth interior of the gross sock.Her hair, clothes, and the insides of her mouth and nose were almost instantaneously drenched and coated by Furyu’s post P.E sweat. Just being near the sock was already unbearable, but being soaked in her pungent sweat and tossed right into the strongest smelling section of the nightmarish garment was like being in an entirely different dimension. Dry heaving and tearing up from the smell of her odor and taste of her sweat, Ms. Ari scraped desperatel y at the many holes that riddled the sock from over-use. Sadly the interior of the sock was too slick with sweat, making it impossible to climb up to any of the bigger holes. Out of desperation, the tiny gym leader attempted to stick her face through the smaller more accessible holes to get some fresh air. Taking a deep breath, her nostrils burned and she recoiled back from disgust. The atmospher around the sock was so potent that despite having direct access to the outside world, it’s odor was inescapable.

Having a coughing fit, Ms. Ari had no choice but to bask in the unbelievably overpowering scent. Still holding the sock in her hand, Furyu decided against putting her foot in the sock for the time being. It wouldn’t be fun if she passed out before Megumi got a turn. Scrunching up the sock, she tossed it into her bag and stuffed her bare foot back into her shoe. Undergoing what was essentially a fabric cave-in, Ms. Ari was completely buried alive within the sweaty sock. The humidity was making her go light headed and every breath burned the insides of her nose and mouth. If being in the sweaty sock normally was like a foot-odor sauna with the heat turned up on max, being scrunched up was like being in a slow cooker. Worst of all, Ms. Ari was unaware of the fact that it was a lot to get a whole lot worse.

After what felt like an eternity of being compressed into the delinquent’s rancid sock, Ari heard the muffled sound of her school bag opening.’Did she take me to her house?’ the gym teacher asked herself as the sock was lifted out of the bag. Unfurling the sock and giving it a couple good shakes, Ari was dumped out of the sock along with a small avalanche of lint and toejam. Falling face first against a hard desk surrounded by droplets of sweat that were almost the size of her and boulders of gunk, Ms. Ari picked herself off the ground and desperately took in fresh air until she started to dry heave and cough up Furyu’s sweat. 

Much to her dismay, the supposed eternity she spent inside the horrible piece of clothing was not as long as she thought it was. Not only was she still at school, she was still on the ground floor in what looked to be a club room that wasn’t that far from the gym. This despairful realization wasn’t as shocking as what Ms. Ari saw upon craning her neck to see who was above her. Basking in their shadows, the tiny gym teacher laid there helplessly as Furyu and Megumi stared down at her. Furyu’s menacing smugness heavily contrasted Megumi’s confused, almost worried, expression. Seeing how unsure she seemed, Ms. Ari began to beg and apologize profusely towards her. Deeply hoping that Megumi would forgive her.

“Uh.. I’m not too sure about this—” She said, giving the tiny gym leader a small sliver of hope. This hope was washed out, literally, as rapid torrent of sweat poured down on her like a waterfall. Nearly drowning in a puddle of sweat, she saw the blurry image of Furyu wringing the sock that she had been wearing up until that point. With sweat constantly pouring into her mouth and ripping away her ability to speak, all she could do was watch as the delinquent convinced her to participate in the torture. Essentially swimming through a humid bog of sweat she tried to escape from the puddle to plead her case to the reasonable Megumi.

“C’mon! Don’t you remember what she said? And what she made us do?! It’s total bull crap and you know it.” Furyu argued, taking off her shoe and placing it down onto the desk. Seeing how she was trying to escape, she swiftly picked her out of the small puddle of sweat and dropped her into her unbearably musky shoe. The atmosphere was even worse than being in the sock or drowning in her sweat puddle. Just breathing was beyond painful. The stinky gaseous musk that accumulated from months of unwashed continuos use was putrid to the point of insanity. Ms. Ari felt like this amount of awful odor could torture a normal-sized person, so for someone as small as her it was truly unbelievable.

The reeking miasma and blistering lingering heat choked her up and made it almost impossible to speak. Finding it so hard to breathe, she curled up into a fetal position and depressedly laid down in the deep impression of her foot that had been permanently ingrained within the discolored insole.