This was one of three commissioned stories I worked on this year. It is also available to read on my DeviantArt, but I am including it both here and on my fetish-centric ArchiveOfOurOwn for archival purposes as well. Enjoy!
Word count: 4,754
DISCLAIMER: The following story contains spoilers for Soul Eater, and the anime adaptation specifically. Experiencing the media itself is not a strict requirement for enjoyment of the story, however.
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Sole Eater: Experiencing Some Joy
(Based on characters from Soul Eater by Atsushi Ōkubo)
It had been some time since the defeat of Asura and Medusa, the former sealed in the moon and the latter dead for good. It was a cause for celebration for the Death Weapon Meister Academy, for after so much hard work on the part of all hands there, the knowledge that humans and witches were now making an earnest effort to coexist once again was a spark of hope that things would finally improve.
The headquarters had thrown a party where everyone had gathered: Maka and Soul, Black☆Star and Tsubaki, Death the Kid along with Liz and Patty, Stein and Marie, and many more… Much joy and tenderness was had by all as lifelong bonds of friendship were stronger than ever.
For one pink-haired Meister, however, things were not exactly sunshine and daisies.
Crona sighed as they took a look around at the party-goers slowly dispersing as the party wound down. Try as they might, there was no way they could ever have made any conversation. It was asking too much for them to even look at anyone, not just for their natural shyness but because there had been a lot of things they had done before this point. Things they didn’t want to talk about.
Their eyes watered as they thought back to the time when they succumbed to the insanity and the black blood especially. The loss of life by their hands was unforgivable, and in any other circumstances they would have died for sure. And yet… The person who had confronted them about this not only forgave them, but also risked their life to save them from the person responsible. For that, they couldn’t thank them enough. It was because of her that they were finally free.
Speaking of which, the gray-haired girl was now approaching. Crona barely even looked up, however, even when she sat next to them on the bench next to the wall where the were sitting.
“Hey,” said Maka, smiling fondly. “You holding up okay?”
Crona thought about it for a moment, wondering if they should fake a smile for her sake. But they just couldn’t bear the idea of not being honest with her — they owed her that much.
“…no,” they said finally.
Maka gave them a suspicious look. “Aw, come on, don’t give me that,” she replied, patting their shoulder. “The world is a safer place now. You did the right thing, breaking free from Medusa. And it’s led you here with friends who care about you. Isn’t that enough?”
Crona shook their head in dismay. “It still doesn’t feel right, though. I’m not sure if I can fit in with everyone else here. Perhaps I can’t even fit in with anyone.”
“Is that why you didn’t even try to participate in the party? You were practically glued to the wall the whole time!” Maka chided, putting her hand on her pink-haired friend’s shoulder. “Listen… You could’ve talked to me if you were too afraid to be involved with the rest of us. If I’d known about what Medusa was doing to you sooner, I’d have done everything in my part to help you out of that situation. I’m glad Soul and I came in when we did, but at the same time… I’m sorry we weren’t there to help you much earlier.”
Crona smiled a bit at that, but then they hung their head in shame. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I was a horrible person under her influence,” they said sadly. “I think back to all the things I did and… And I can’t help but feel awful on the inside. I don’t know if I can show it, but… it still hurts, knowing how savage I was being. Even up until her end…”
Maka gave them a look of sympathy. She had witnessed Medusa’s manipulations more than enough times that blaming Crona was unthinkable to her. But how could she know the effect it had had on them? Perhaps she might never be able to. But she had to help, somehow.
“You know now that it was wrong of you to be that way and to think of yourself that way,” she said finally. “And you’re working to make it up to everyone, at least. So you can consider yourself forgiven.”
Corona glanced at her, and then looked away, clearly struggling to fight back tears. They couldn’t say anything in their own defense, for there was nothing to say. At least nothing that hadn’t been said to her already a thousand times before.
Maka had a look of concern on her face as she watched her friend try to remain in control. But then an idea came to her, and she smiled to herself. “Hey, you mind coming with me? I want to show you something.”
“Hm? What is it?”
“Oh, it’s a secret. But it’s in my room, and I’ll show it to you when we get there. Want to come?”
The two of them made their way through the halls of the DWMA in relative silence, though Crona was growing more intrigued as they wondered why Maka, their closest friend and trusted confidant, would keep a secret from them. But rather than pry any answers out of her, they decided it best to follow her lead and wait for any pending revelations to come to them.
It was when the two of them entered Maka’s room, the Spartoi closing the door behind her, that Crona noticed something odd. The room was otherwise the same as always, but there was a strange object sitting on the floor: two pieces of wood sitting upright, one on top of the other, joined by a hinge on one side and carved in such a way that it seemed like they were a single board with a pair of holes in it. On the other side was a latch held together by a small lock, the key still inside.
Crona looked at the device in bewilderment, then back at Maka. “This is the secret you wanted to show me?”
Maka giggled cutely. “What do you think? It’s called the ‘stocks’. It’s an interesting story, how I got my hands on them, but we’re not here for that now, are we?”
The pink-haired Meister gave her another confused look. “Then what are we here for? And what is it that you want to do with it?”
“Well, if you want, I can show you. Come, sit behind it, and I’ll be in front of it.”
“O-okay…”
The two of them toed off their shoes and set them aside, before getting into their respective positions. Maka unlocked the latch, setting the lock and key aside, and then took hold of one side of the top board, and lifted it to show that the stocks swung open on their singular hinge like a pair of long jaws.
“Now, put your ankles over these notches here,” Maka instructed.
“Uh, wha?” Crona looked justifiably nervous. “Y-you’re not gonna, aheheh… cut my feet off with this thing, are you?”
Maka’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What? No! They’re not meant for that. They don’t even have any sharp edges! Just… just trust me on this, okay?”
“O-okay, I trust you.” Crona lifted their slender ankles, propping their feet forward to rest them upon the notches Maka had indicated. They winced in dread anticipation before the stocks snapped back shut, missing their legs entirely but keeping them firmly in place.
Maka quickly re-locked the latch on the side of the stocks to her left, before sitting back and admiring her handiwork. She had to admit that it was not very often that she’d gotten a look at Crona’s bare feet, and this was her first time seeing them up close. They were quite slender, a decent size 10, with relatively long, dainty-looking toes and a narrow ball and heel each.
“Uh… okay then…” Crona started feeling uneasy, now realizing that they were trapped in a very vulnerable position. “W-what’s going to happen now?”
The answer came when Maka reached forth with her right hand, and gave the ball of their left foot a light, playful poke.
“YEEEP!” Crona squeaked, blushing hard and curling their toes. They tried to pull their foot back, but the stocks held it firmly in place.
“Heh, guess I was right,” Maka chuckled. “You really are ticklish, aren’t you?”
Crona blinked in total confusion. “Ticklish? What does that even mean?”
Maka gave them a wry smirk, fingers wiggling. “It means you’re sensitive to a special kind of stimulation. Basically, if I touch a spot like this—” She ran a fingernail up Crona’s left arch, eliciting a flurry of squeaks and giggles from the trapped Meister. “—you get the urge to start laughing. That, my friend, is called tickling!”
Crona could still feel the tingling from where Maka’s nail had made contact. “Tickling? I… I n-never heard about that before. Most of the physical contact in my life… well… It didn’t make me laugh.”
Maka’s face fell. Crona hadn’t had a good life, and they’d had to endure terrible things to get to where they were now. But she was nothing if not determined to get a smile out of them.
“Don’t worry, Crona. It’ll be okay. This isn’t hurting you, and I’m trying to get you to feel better by doing this. Look, if you don’t want to, just say so…”
Crona thought about it for a moment. On the one hand, this was a new experience and they weren’t sure what to make of it. But on the other, their friend had been so eager to try it out, and they certainly didn’t want to disappoint her. Finally, they made up their mind with a soft sigh.
“If you want to, we can. Just… just make sure I don’t get hurt…”
In an instant, Maka lit up like the sun itself. “Great! Alright, it’s time to really get started!”
Crona felt a pang of nervousness again. The way Maka was looming over both of their stocked feet was a little ominous for what she’d said would be a harmless experience, and for one brief moment, they weren’t sure if this was a good idea.
“P-please, be gentle,” they pleaded quietly. “W-what if there are too many parts on my feet that will make me laugh?”
Maka failed utterly at suppressing a snicker. “Oh, that just means you’re more ticklish… You are ticklish, right?”
Crona gulped, blushing again. “I… I don’t know.”
“Oh right, I forgot you didn’t even know what tickling was,” Maka replied in an abashed tone. “Of course, that also means you don’t know how ticklish you are. So let’s find out, shall we?”
Before Crona could respond, the gray-haired girl had already begun scritching the centers of each of their arches with one nail each. The response was instantaneous, electrifying sensations shooting up the Meister’s legs and causing their lungs and vocal cords to act almost involuntarily.
“Pfffffhehehehh mmmfffmmmmhehehhhahahhh M-Makahahhahaha! W-what are you dohohohoihihihinnng?!”
“What does it look like? You deserve a smile after all you’ve been through, riiiiight?” she teased, moving her nails in a slow spiral around the centers of Crona’s soles.
“Eeek! I dohohon’t — I cahahahan’t —!! KYAAAAHAHAhhahhAHAHA!” the Meister squealed, slapping their palms lightly against the floor as they felt the nerves upon their soles light up from the gentle touch. Maka was now wiggling two fingers each into the delicate foot bottoms before her. Crona tried to curl their toes and wiggle their feet around in a bid to escape, but Maka was an expert at judging the movements of her opponents, and she was able to maneuver her fingers to match their desperate motions with ease.
“Kitchy kitchy, Crona~” Maka teased, moving her nails in a slow spiral up and down her captive’s soles, tracing along the arches and around the balls of the feet. She couldn’t help but wiggle her fingers into the bases of their toes, risking Crona attempting to clutch her fingers with their digits to get at what she figured were some especially tender spots between them.
“YAHAHAHAHHAHAH! EEEHEHehehehehEEEE HEHEHEHH WHAHAHAT SORCERY IS THIHIHIHIIISSS?!” Crona yelped as they shook their head from side to side, continuing to smack the floor and buck around in place.
“You really are incredibly ticklish, looks like!” Maka replied, giggling cutely. “It’s adorable!”
“GAHAHAHAahahhahhahEHEHEeehehHHEHHH EHHHHHEHEHEHEEEEE! I-I’M GLAD YOU THIHHIHIHINK SOHoohohohOHOHOhohohoHHOOO! YAHAHHAHAHHAH!”
“Ah, but you keep catching my fingers with your cute toes, and that’s not okay,” Maka said with a look akin to being utterly scandalized. “We have to fix that!”
As Crona was allowed to catch their breath, Maka went over to her dresser and retrieved a piece of twine and two tiny black rubber bands from it. Then she returned to her original position and quickly got to work.
The toe restraints were simple, but effective. The rubber bands were tied to each end of the twine, which was in turn threaded through a small metal loop on top of the stocks, and the bands themselves contained the stems of Crona’s big toes, stretching their soles taut and keeping them from wiggling too much.
“There, that should do it.” Maka chuckled again, picking at the middle toes with two fingers each. “Now let’s see how well you can handle it now that you can’t move your feet around so much. Time to up the intensity! And just to be a little meaner…”
Crona looked confused again, but then they noticed that she’d shifted a little to the side. Next thing they knew, she’d changed her position altogether — now she was laying on her stomach next to them, facing in the direction their legs were going, her ankles crossed and her feet up in a tantalizing pose right next to them.
The Meister’s bewilderment lasted only for a few seconds, before their friend reached around the stocks with both hands, fingers wiggling. She gave them only a few moments of anticipation, before—
“AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEHEHEHEEhhhehehhHEHEHEEEE! EHEHhehehEEEEHEHE NONONONO WAAAAIIIHIHIIHIHIIIT! HEHEHEHE OH NOOOOOHOHOHOHOO! WAHAHAHAHAHAHHA EEEEP, NOT THEHEHEHERE!!”
“What’s the matter?” the Spartoi asked with a teasing edge to her voice. “Having second thoughts? You did agree to this, don’t forget that~”
“HAHAHA M-MAKAAAHHAHAHhhahahhHHAHHAAA!! I DON’T KNOW H-HOW TO DEAL WITH GETTING TICKLEHEHEHEHED!!” the pink-haired meister yelled, thrashing and squirming as they wrapped their arms around their chest. “HAHAHEHEEHEHEEEEHH AHHAHAHAHAHH NYOOOHOHoohohOHOOHOOO!!!”
“Aw, but Crona, you’re always feeling down, right?” Maka replied with a cheeky grin. “It’s time for you to lighten up and experience some joy!”
Crona couldn’t form a coherent response to that. The best they could do was clutch their slightly aching ribs and laugh themselves silly. Maka was driving them wild with her soft and dextrous handiwork, wiggling her nails like spider limbs upon much of their long, taut soles and dancing their tips upon the pads and stems of their wiggling toes, even dipping into the spaces between.
A few more minutes of this passed before Maka finally stopped, giving Crona another break which, they had to admit, was definitely needed at this point. Gasping, panting, they could only keel over and lie supine upon the floor of the dorm room, staring up at the ceiling with tears in their eyes and a warm blush upon their cheeks.
“Well?” Maka asked, getting up and moving around to sit in front of Crona once again. “What did you think?”
Crona lifted their head to glance at her, wondering what to think. It had been absolutely torturous, yes, but then again… the rush of all that laughing actually felt rather pleasant, and the feeling afterward even more so.
“It… I-it was quite nice, actually,” they said finally. “Um… Were you, er, planning on continuing?”
Maka shrugged. “Perhaps. But you deserve some softer treatment, too, I gotta say.”
Crona was about to ask what she meant by that, but then they felt a pair of thumb pads pressing onto their arches. This time, the pressure was just enough not to tickle, and as Maka moved her thumbs up and down the length of their soles, gently kneading them, a warmth spread through their body from their legs upward, making their mind feel a little fuzzy.
“Ohhh… T-that feels amazing…! K-keep going, please!” Crona moaned, blushing hard and lying back on the floor as the tension seemed to flow out of every pore of their body.
“Hmmm, keep going, huh? Don’t mind if I do~”
As Crona sat up again, they could see Maka leaning in towards their trapped soles, lightly sniffing and blowing puffs of air upon them. In an instant, the Meister was in another fit of uncontrollable giggling. “Mmfffheheheheeh, w-what are you dohohohihihihiiing?!”
“Just enjoying the view,” Maka replied, before sniffing their feet again. “Hmm, these actually smell pretty nice. But what, pray tell, do they taste like?”
Crona was about to ask what she meant by that when they got their answer, in the form of Maka sticking out her tongue and giving their right sole a good, long lick.
“YYYYIIIIIAAAAIIIEEEEEEEEHEHEHEE!”
Emboldened by this adorable, high-pitched reaction, Maka moved her head over to their left sole and gave it a lick of its own, causing Crona to throw their head back with another shriek of laughter. Then another stroke of her tongue caressed their right sole, and then another graced their left…
“WWAAAAHAhhahahahHAHhhHAHAHAH THE TONGUE TICKLES EVEN MORE THAN THE FINGEHEHHRHEHEHERRRS!” Crona yelled, thrashing and bucking again. “YIIIIIHIHIEHHEHeeehhahehehahaaAIIEHEHAHAHAH OHHHH NOOOOOHOHOHOHHOO!”
“Oh yes, I’ll keep it up until you feel better~” Maka replied teasingly, before she started licking their soles once more. Between the longer tongue-strokes along their arches, she also slipped the tip of her tongue in between each and every one of the Meister’s long toes, eliciting squeaks and wheezes of laughter from her pink-haired captive.
“HAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH! HEHEHEHELP! IT TICKLES SO MUUUCH!!!” Crona screamed, banging their fists against the floor. “EEHEHEEEHEEHEHHEHAHAHAHAHOOOHOHOHHHHHH GAHAHAHHAHAOOOOHOHOSHHHH!”
Despite their pleading and thrashing and screeching, however, there was no escape for the pink-haired prisoner. Maka’s tongue deftly worked its way along every inch of one slender sole, and then the other. All the while, Crona was all but unable to speak coherently, wondering beneath their haze of laughter if letting their friend have her way with their soles really was such a good idea after all…
Finally, after five excruciating minutes, Maka stopped with the licking, giving Crona another breather as she began massaging their soles again. “You holding up okay?”
“Hah… Hehhh… Y-yeah, I am…” Crona giggled, before sighing softly at the feeling of their arches being kneaded once more. “I-is there… Anything you still want to do with my feet?”
Maka thought about it, and then smiled. “Of course there is. Just a sec!”
As Crona lay on the floor again, they looked around to see Maka get up and head back to the dresser. When she returned, she had two colorful feathers, a washcloth, and a pair of hairbrushes with her.
“W-what are those for?!” Crona asked with wide eyes and a cold sweat on their forehead.
“You’ll see soon enough.” Maka smirked as she sat down in front of Crona again with the washcloth in hand. She began to dry the saliva off of the Meister’s soles as they looked on, giggling a bit from the feeling of the cloth rubbing against their skin.
Once their feet were dry again, Crona could only watch as Maka picked up the feathers, one in each hand. She brandished them like miniature swords, before looking at Crona expectantly.
The pink-haired youth gulped, but then nodded. “P-please, be gentle…”
“I’ll try to. No promises, though!”
Crona barely got the chance to reply to that before the tips of the feathers made contact. They squealed again as the long, stiff yet soft plumes made zig-zagging movements up and down their soles, now softened a little by the tongue bath they’d received earlier.
“YYAAAAIIIEEEHEhehehhehEHEHahahhehehahHEHEE! OHHH NOOOOHOHHOOHHOO! IT TICKLES, IT TICKLES, IT TIHIHICKLEHEHESSS!”
“Feathers tend to do that, yes,” Maka replied, shrugging. “What took you so long to notice?”
“Y-YOU NEVER TOLD ME UNTIL NOHOOHOHohohOOHOHOWW!”
“Ah. Fair enough!”
Crona squeaked and cackled as, between the stroking of the arches and balls of their feet, Maka occasionally slipped a feather in to saw at the tender spots between their toes, enjoying their response on both ends as they tried to curl the digits to no avail and clutched at their face or sides in a fit of hysterical laughter.
After a few long minutes of this, Maka decided to break out the big finisher. She stuck the feathers in between the big and middle toes of Crona’s feet, before bringing out the brushes and showing them to her now panicking captive.
“NOOOOO, PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THAT—”
“Aww, but you agreed to this! You disappoint me, Crona~” Maka pouted playfully.
How could anyone resist that pleading, doe-eyed face? Crona sighed after a few moments, resigning themselves to a ticklish fate. “Ohhhh, I’m not going to survive…”
“Well, only one way to find out,” Maka responded with a chuckle. “Here I coooome~!”
She slowly moved the hairbrushes towards Crona’s trapped soles, the Meister becoming more and more frantic as they drew nearer. Then finally, they made contact, their stiff bristles dragging their tips along the soft, smooth surface of Crona’s size tens.
“YYYYYAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHH!” Crona howled, surprising even themselves at how high a pitch their voice could reach. “HEEHEHEHEHEEHE OHHHHHH GAHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAWWWHOHOHOHOSH! HAHHAHHEHEEHHEHEHIIIHIIIHIHIAHHAHHAHAHHAHAH! MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOOOHAHAHHAHAAP!”
“I will if you promise to accompany me during parties more often~!” Maka teased with a wink.
“WHAHAHAHAHAT?! NO WAHAHAHAHAAY! WHAT IF I EMBARRASS MYSELF?! OHHH I’M TOO YOOHOHOHOUNG TO DIE F-FROM THE SHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAAAME!”
Maka gave them a warm smile, even while sliding the brushes up and down and all around the trapped soles before her with ruthless precision. “It’s alright. I’ll be there with you. You don’t have to be afraid, as long as I’m by your side.”
In that moment, Crona felt their heart melt. They would have hugged their closest friend had it not been for their feet being stocked and tickled to an inch of their sanity.
*OKAY OKAY OKAHAHAHHAHAYYY! I’LL TRY AT LEHEHEHEAST! WAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA OHHH, IT’S TOO MUUUCHHHH! YAHAHAHHAAHHAHAAHA STOOOHOHOHOOHOHOP! PLEEEEHEHHEHEHEHEEEAAAASSSEEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHHAHHH!”
Maka smiled cheekily, and then moved the brushes up towards the bases of her captive’s toes. The feathers were jostled out of the way and fell to the floor harmlessly, but the brush fibers were a deadlier substitute. Crona screamed at the top of their voice as their most sensitive spots were scrubbed mercilessly, the nerves in their legs feeling like live wires and their head swimming in a sea of total hysterics. They couldn’t take it anymore, they couldn’t…
Just before they could pass out, Maka finally, finally stopped and set the brushes aside. The Meister was still laughing and gasping as they felt the residual tingling, utterly convinced that it’d be a while before it even began to fade.
Once more, Maka had begun massaging the feet before her. This time, she was using her knuckles to cover more area and offer more spots of pressure, squeezing down upon multiple parts of the soles as she hummed a calming tune.
“Well?” she asked, grinning. “How was it?”
Crona sat up again to look at her, unsure of what to think. “Uh… I have to say, i-it was… very intense…” But then, to their own surprise, they felt the corners of their mouth turn upward. “But it actually felt wonderful, in its own way. And I do feel better now, very much so. Maka, I don’t know what to say, except… Thank you.”
Maka beamed at them. She couldn’t help it. “Happy to be of service! So, anything else I can do for you?”
“I-if it isn’t any t-trouble…” Crona stammered as they rubbed the back of their head, “I’d certainly like to try the tickling experience again soon… I really needed that warmth and intimacy, after everything. Is… Is that okay?”
“Heh, as long as you try out stuff outside your comfort zone more often, it’s a deal.” Maka winked at them. “So, what now?”
Crona thought about it, and then they chuckled impishly. “Erm, perhaps we could, you know… switch places?”
Maka stopped dead in her tracks. “What?”
“Switch places,” Crona repeated. “With you in the stocks, and me out of them. What say you, my friend?”
Maka looked understandably flustered, but how could she say no to that face? “Alright, alright! Crona, your wish is my command. First things first, though, let’s get you out of there…”
As soon as she undid the toe bindings and the lock on the side of the stocks, Maka let Crona push the top board up with their legs and then pull their feet away. Within the next minute, the two of them had switched places, with Maka sitting behind the stocks with the ankles of her rather large bare feet resting on the notches, and Crona in front of the board. There was a slight tingle running up the Spartoi’s spine as she took stock of the situation.
“Heh, seems like I got so caught up in tickling you that I didn’t consider how you would feel,” she said with a nervous titter. “Sorry if I hurt you in any way, Crona. Emotionally, I mean…”
“It’s alright. No hard feelings.” The Meister smiled at her, that same warmth hidden under their shy demeanor bubbling up to the surface. Maka couldn’t help but smile back.
“I have to say, though… You make for such a devious and devastatingly effective tickler,” Crona continued as they secured the stocks around Maka’s ankles. “And I mean that as a compliment.”
“Well, thank you, I— EEEP! Oh nonono, Crona, don’t look—!”
Maka’s face was now a bright cherry-red. She was quite aware of how large her feet were, those big shoes of hers’ just barely fitting her wide, meaty size 13’s. They were just as well-kept as Crona’s, with smooth, plush soles and rather thick, bubble-like toes to match. It was easy to tell why they’d garner more than a few odd looks whenever she took her shoes off, and she wished that people would kindly stop staring… such as Crona, right now. She could tell from their body language that they’d just discovered how attracted they were to Maka’s big feet, something they apparently weren’t even aware of until literally just now.
Crona too was blushing quite intensely now, so flustered they were at being this close to such tantalizing, lovely soles, but after a moment, they recomposed themselves. “Guess you don’t seem so tough after all if you get so blushy from someone just looking at these massive stompies, huh?” they teased, poking the ball of her foot with a fingertip.
“AAHHH!” Maka yelped, curling her toes and covering her face with her hands. A peek through her fingers told her all she needed to know at that moment — the wry smirk, the half-lidded expression of smugness… and the way Crona’s fingers were wiggling a little now, as though about to deal some sweet, delicious payback.
Picking up some of the remaining twine, the Meister dexterously tied Maka’s big toes together and lashed them to the stocks, their work done within a matter of seconds. “As a matter of fact, I’m starting to wonder if you may, in fact, be even more ticklish than I am,” they said with a mischievous chuckle. “So as you yourself once put it… Let’s find out, shall we?”
Maka’s eyes widened, her cheeks felt hot, but most of all, her big soles were already starting to tingle. Sweat began beading upon her forehead as she shook her head from side to side out of irrational panic, despite knowing she’d brought this upon herself. But there was no denying it, and she couldn’t help but feel strangely excited deep down. She’d made these stocks, and now she’d have to sit in them.
That much, Crona knew. They knew it all too well.
Maka was already beginning to suspect that she couldn’t take what she could dish out. And despite her secret anticipation, they were both well aware by now that she was totally screwed. The last thing she saw before all ten fingers made contact at once was an ear-to-ear grin upon Crona’s face, the pink-haired Meister taking utter satisfaction in the knowledge that revenge was theirs.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOOHOHOHOHAHAHAHHHHAHIHIIIIEHEHEHEEHEHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAHAIIIIEEEEEHEHEHEEEEEEHHIIHIHIHIAHHHHAHAHAHAAAAHHH!!!”
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