Took longer then expected but- #macromarch2025 piece 2, Under Undina. A kind of beach day for both too enjoy~ Also  ckkc wrote a story to go with it as well!



Dipping his hands into the veritable reservoir of shiny, white cream for the thousandth time today, little Ven continues to make good on his word to the Princess of Meropis by polishing every last nook and cranny of her digits, no matter how much of a task it was, or how much her foot bounced idly to the tune of her music and threatened to rock him right into their moisturized embrace--his pride wouldn't allow it. But what an ordeal! It takes all his effort to keep it from happening...





...and it's not just because he's off-balance.





Undina had been delighted when she heard his offer. Not because she was too prissy to do a massage by herself, mind you! It was just a very nice thing to do after she'd been waltzing around Apotosian street markets and piers; she'd been practically walking all day!





Though, there was a little hint of something other than delight in her eyes when she accepted...something that might've been brought out by the way he stuttered when asking her, or the blush that was hard to hide when she fanned her toes out to let him underneath. It only made him more silently eager to do his best. And, y'know...enjoy the view, in the meantime.





It was two-faced, why he was doing this. But if that glint in her gaze meant she noticed, she certainly didn't care. The feeling of him primping at the soft, spiraled pads of her digits and digging into their sides was enough to make her sigh with relief. If anything, she seemed grateful.





And amused! Definitely amused...he could tell by the way she 'accidentally' curled him into a hug, the few times he reached deep enough to touch the base of her foot. Plus, the manly yelps he let out, no less surprised or flustered each time, got a few too many pointed giggles out of her for that 'ticklish' excuse to work. As if he could complain...or would. Every time they squeezed around him, despite the scare, despite the thick, sticky lotion finding its way into his fur, he couldn't help but shudder and melt. Thank everything that she never caught the look on his face when she let go...





Eventually, after nearly half an hour of being caught and stroked and grappled with and loomed over by the exquisitely soft peds of royalty, the fox digs his cool, cream-slathered hands out of the mix and into the plump orb that is her big toe for the last time. She lets him know he's done by bopping him gently on the face with the freshly-lubricated digit.



He's a bit too entranced to bother covering the blush on his face when it happens.





With a cute yawn and a cuter stretch, Undina bends down and beams at his job well done. Her excited expression takes up what little of the horizon isn't covered by her sandal wraps. "Thanks for doing this again, Ven! It's been, like, forever since I've had a massage! Especially from a tiny guy like you~"



His turns more incriminatingly red at the praise...and at the flirty comment, too.





"Ah, really, it's nothing...I'm just glad I could help you out, your majesty!"





But instead of taking the compliment, that happy smile softens, and those bright eyes lid accusingly. “Oh really now…?”





All at once, her sandle bobs up, and Ven goes rolling down into the clutches of the princess’s toes. He gasps, but doesn’t move. Not an inch. Nor does he make any effort to remove his face from the soft, lilac-scented pudge it smacked into…further proving his guilt.





“I think someone here had an ulterior motive…and it wasn’t me,” she teases, quite literally rubbing it into her willing servant’s head. She feels a soft, warm spot as she does…exactly where she knows his lips are.





“G-gah!”





He comes to his senses all at once, far too late. “Sorry! That was way out of line, I should really get—”





squeeeeze…





“Heeheehee! Don’t be,” Undina giggles. She can feel his body go tense; it doesn’t last long as the rhythmic, gentle clenching and unclenching of him beneath her arches winds all that stress out of the poor, tiny fox’s muscles. He whimpers. It only makes her want to mess with him more. “I really don’t mind! And, y’know, you put so much work into making these babies feel good…it’s only right that I return the favor…~”





Ven’s breathing goes shallow and quick, the heady, lilac scent of the princess’s lotion and the impeccable smoothness of her toes, digging into him, becoming far too much for him to resist. He groans weakly, unabashedly. Her affectionate embrace smothers him just enough that half the time, all he can see is the dim daylight peering through the plump, spiraled prints, and the other, total darkness, the kinks slowly, firmly palpated out of him. It’s maddening. It’s turning him into a pile of shivering, tingly, ecstatic mush, the only tension coming when a toe pad digs slightly too close to his goods, or when he can’t help himself and the little unconscious kisses he dotes turn slightly wetter. If he weren’t already enjoying every single iota of his lowly position, the cloying floralness would’ve bewitched him into submitting to his desires, anyway.





For what feels like hours, he stays there in bliss, near-constantly out of breath, moaning, alternating between lying limp and hugging the beguiling, purple digits as they grip, brush, and cup him deeper into their embrace, lubricating him with the same skin-rejuvenating cream as he’d given them. By the time she finally lifts her toes again, Ven is spread eagle on the rim of her sandal, what little alertness he has quickly fading as he slips into a dreary, half-awake state. He can’t hide the silly grin on his face as Undina’s satisfied mug come back into view.





“Yep, you definitely weren’t enjoying that,” she smarms. “Well, tell you what…I’m still too tired to go back and check the salons out. Why don’t I just take a rest here, hmm? They might not have one your size, but I’ve got just the place for you to take a nap, since you obviously need it…”





Kicking her feet out on the bent edge of the beach chair, the princess sighs self-aggrandizingly as she feels the puny reynard slot perfectly under the divot of the ball of her foot, his breathing going slower and slower until it’s just the occasional cool, ticklish puff against her skin.





“Mayyyyybe when you’re up again, you can do my other toes, hmm? That’ll…*yaaaawn*…be fun…”