Score + - -3 Report post.
Posted on 2021-04-27 11:51:34 by sctheriault
Remove | Add note | Keep | Edit | Note history | Tag History | Previous | Next
2 comments (0 hidden)
sctheriault
Posted on 2021-04-27 11:55:27 Score: 0 (vote Up/Down) (Report as spam)
With the war of the gods still raging Bellona was unable to answer the prayers of her worshippers as often, but for the matter of the squirming waste of flesh beneath her she had made an exception. The man himself had not actually prayed to her, the ones who had were several soldiers under this insects command. During a recent battle when things had begun to turn against them the "officer" ordered his men to charge before promptly slinking away, clutching to his own life at the expense of his men. While the tides of the battle had thankfully turned once more and many of the company were able to survive, they were understandably furious at their cowardly leader. They marched back to camp intending to kill him but the cockroach had already predicted their rage and slinked away to lands unkwown. With no route to vengeance they could take themselves the men prayed en masse at the nearest statue of Bellona, asking her to punish the coward who was an insult to all warriors. Bellona answered their prayers, taking a break from the battlefield and descending upon one of her temples. At her behest Janus brought the offending soldier before her, and before he could plead before the fiery-eyed goddess she reduced him to the size of an ant with her own power.
"Seeing as how you threw away your pride as a warrior for survival like a reprehensible cockroach, it is only fitting that your size match your courage. Now you had better do what you do best and flee, since I don't think my usual standards of fair combat should apply to bugs. Being crushed beneath my boots will be a fitting fate for you."
Freezing for but a moment as the thunderous voice proclaimed his death, the mans survival instincts quickly cut in and he turned to flee. The ground shook with each step that the giantess behind him took and in just a few seconds he was suddenly struck from the side with the force of a chariot, skidding across the marble floor. Aching all over and with several broken bones the man couldn't even rise to his feet and was forced to watch as the goddess slowly stepped towards him and brought her massive boot above him, cloaking him in its shadow. The sole of the boot was caked in the mud and dust of countless battlefields, even stained with the blood of both her foes and allies. The cowering man couldn't understand why a goddess of all things would fail to her boots, unaware that their state was a point of pride for the female incarnation of battle. The goddess showed no mercy with a quick stomp to snuff out the pathetic mans life, instead slowly lowering her war-stained sole onto him and letting the weight crush him with a sickening crunch. Assaulted both by the massive weight of just her single boot and the violent odor that radiated it off it the man was almost grateful as death began to grip him, before even that escape was denied him as Bellona suddenly removed her boot.
"On second thought, this also seems a bit too good for you. These boots are the same ones I have crushed the skulls of my enemies beneath, they are apart of the equipment I have taken into battle for countless centuries. Allowing your worthless blood to mingle with the blood of heroes upon them would be a great sin, akin to dirtying ones blade to shovel manure. Now there are no insects upon Mt. Olympus so my personal experience in crushing them is nonexistent, but centuries of watching you mortals have taught me that wargear is not what's meant to slay them."
After saying her piece Bellona carefully undid the straps of her boots, prying them off for the first time in years and placing them beside her. Even with her standing a short distance away the musk rolling off them nearly made the man gag, and he could make out large streams of sweat built up from the endless combat that she took part in. Resuming her previous position the Goddess began crushing the insect with her now bare sole, smirking slightly at the feeling of his thrashing arms against her hardened skin. After a few moments of monumental pressure and awful dampness akin to the Acheron of the underworld, before popping like a grape and splattering his blood upon her foot. Grinding and scraping his corpse for a moment more to truly wear him into her sole, Bellona began re-equipping her boots with a satisfied aura. As she prepared to head off to battle once more it occured to her that she never really bathed fully, only wiping herself down with a towel after coating herself in gore. While her feet were rarely of concern she could easily include them the next time but... perhaps she shouldn't. Something about the blood of a coward coating only the bottom of her foot, mixing in with her sweat and the jam between her toes felt truly right to the goddess. As the goddess of war she hoped that the soldiers of all nations would refrain from the disgraceful actions of the bug she had just squished, but if any of them did follow suit perhaps she could make this a regular punishment...
Posted on 2021-04-27 11:51:34 by sctheriault
Remove | Add note | Keep | Edit | Note history | Tag History | Previous | Next
2 comments (0 hidden)
sctheriault
Posted on 2021-04-27 11:55:27 Score: 0 (vote Up/Down) (Report as spam)
With the war of the gods still raging Bellona was unable to answer the prayers of her worshippers as often, but for the matter of the squirming waste of flesh beneath her she had made an exception. The man himself had not actually prayed to her, the ones who had were several soldiers under this insects command. During a recent battle when things had begun to turn against them the "officer" ordered his men to charge before promptly slinking away, clutching to his own life at the expense of his men. While the tides of the battle had thankfully turned once more and many of the company were able to survive, they were understandably furious at their cowardly leader. They marched back to camp intending to kill him but the cockroach had already predicted their rage and slinked away to lands unkwown. With no route to vengeance they could take themselves the men prayed en masse at the nearest statue of Bellona, asking her to punish the coward who was an insult to all warriors. Bellona answered their prayers, taking a break from the battlefield and descending upon one of her temples. At her behest Janus brought the offending soldier before her, and before he could plead before the fiery-eyed goddess she reduced him to the size of an ant with her own power.
"Seeing as how you threw away your pride as a warrior for survival like a reprehensible cockroach, it is only fitting that your size match your courage. Now you had better do what you do best and flee, since I don't think my usual standards of fair combat should apply to bugs. Being crushed beneath my boots will be a fitting fate for you."
Freezing for but a moment as the thunderous voice proclaimed his death, the mans survival instincts quickly cut in and he turned to flee. The ground shook with each step that the giantess behind him took and in just a few seconds he was suddenly struck from the side with the force of a chariot, skidding across the marble floor. Aching all over and with several broken bones the man couldn't even rise to his feet and was forced to watch as the goddess slowly stepped towards him and brought her massive boot above him, cloaking him in its shadow. The sole of the boot was caked in the mud and dust of countless battlefields, even stained with the blood of both her foes and allies. The cowering man couldn't understand why a goddess of all things would fail to her boots, unaware that their state was a point of pride for the female incarnation of battle. The goddess showed no mercy with a quick stomp to snuff out the pathetic mans life, instead slowly lowering her war-stained sole onto him and letting the weight crush him with a sickening crunch. Assaulted both by the massive weight of just her single boot and the violent odor that radiated it off it the man was almost grateful as death began to grip him, before even that escape was denied him as Bellona suddenly removed her boot.
"On second thought, this also seems a bit too good for you. These boots are the same ones I have crushed the skulls of my enemies beneath, they are apart of the equipment I have taken into battle for countless centuries. Allowing your worthless blood to mingle with the blood of heroes upon them would be a great sin, akin to dirtying ones blade to shovel manure. Now there are no insects upon Mt. Olympus so my personal experience in crushing them is nonexistent, but centuries of watching you mortals have taught me that wargear is not what's meant to slay them."
After saying her piece Bellona carefully undid the straps of her boots, prying them off for the first time in years and placing them beside her. Even with her standing a short distance away the musk rolling off them nearly made the man gag, and he could make out large streams of sweat built up from the endless combat that she took part in. Resuming her previous position the Goddess began crushing the insect with her now bare sole, smirking slightly at the feeling of his thrashing arms against her hardened skin. After a few moments of monumental pressure and awful dampness akin to the Acheron of the underworld, before popping like a grape and splattering his blood upon her foot. Grinding and scraping his corpse for a moment more to truly wear him into her sole, Bellona began re-equipping her boots with a satisfied aura. As she prepared to head off to battle once more it occured to her that she never really bathed fully, only wiping herself down with a towel after coating herself in gore. While her feet were rarely of concern she could easily include them the next time but... perhaps she shouldn't. Something about the blood of a coward coating only the bottom of her foot, mixing in with her sweat and the jam between her toes felt truly right to the goddess. As the goddess of war she hoped that the soldiers of all nations would refrain from the disgraceful actions of the bug she had just squished, but if any of them did follow suit perhaps she could make this a regular punishment...
1