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Toadette, Minh T. and Toad hunt for stars to stop Wario. New allies, new foes, new feet. |
| Toadette jammed her feet into her flats and shoved the door to Amini’s room open. “We’re leaving, girls. Please just be on your best—” Two lumps under the sheets didn’t twitch. It was past eight, but last night’s trek had drained them dry. Penelope managed a groan and a face-plant into her pillow. Minh peeked inside. “Should we wake them?” “No. The less tears, the—” “Up and at ‘em!” Toad pushed past them and shook both girls until they stirred. “You’re going to listen to Amini T. until we get back. I stress: never leave the western side of town. Clear?” He waited. “I don’t hear you.” “Whatever,” Jasmin groaned, wiping spit from her lips. “Yes, sir.” Penelope stretched. “Are you guys gonna be okay?” “Heh. What haven’t we survived, kid?” He spun on his heel, arms flexing. “This’ll be a piece of cake.” “Good luck with whatever you’re searching for,” Amini said with a soft wave. Minh smiled back. “Thanks.” “We’re off!” Toadette shut the door. An hour later, the door swung open again. A filth-covered Toadette stomped in. “This town…” Penelope looked up from her DSi. “Forget something?” Toadette wiped grime from her cap. “Long story short: you get through Twilight Town through a pipe. We found the pipe. And then it rejected us.” “Rejected?” Amini glanced over from the kitchenette. “Like it spat you out?” “I’ve seen clogged pipes before.” Toad crossed his arms. “But I’ve never seen one develop a consciousness and actively kick me out.” Minh sniffed the air. “I could go for some pancakes after all that…” Toadette kicked herself for skipping breakfast. If Yellow was right, Twilight Town only offered poor diets—familiar to her but not sustainable with this current body. The adults ate their fill. Minh’s fork hovered over Toad’s plate; he slapped her hand away without looking. “How many servings before you start feeling full?” he asked. “I’m trying to cut back, okay?” Minh stared at her plate. “Ain’t my fault my body needs more. Trust me, I wish my stomach would shut up.” “If only you could eat whatever’s blocking that pipe.” Toadette rubbed her chin. “Would you know what’s stopping us, Amini T.?” “Sorry, I don’t deal with underground stuff.” Amini poured more Syrup on Minh’s pancakes. “You’d have to ask someone else.” “Easier said than done.” Toad scoffed. “Everyone in this town wants money for basic information. That or special favours.” “Didn’t Toadsworth give us money?” Minh asked. “Enough to keep us in an inn like this for a week,” Toadette said. “Not to mention the flight costs—extra expensive for booking so late.” Toad sipped his coffee. “I’m running through options and drawing blanks.” “I blame that town for its stupid restrictions.” Toadette gulped. “We just gotta get lucky.” They finished breakfast in twenty minutes. This time the goodbye was proper. Penelope nestled her head into each adult. “Please come back,” she whispered. Jasmin only hugged Minh, who deliberately refused to kiss her. Jasmin stared, waiting. “This might be the last time I see you.” She tilted her head. “Minh-Minh.” Minh sighed. “A quick peck. Quick, got it?” “I know words.” Jasmin stood on her toes and pressed her lips to Minh’s. To Minh’s horror, Jasmin’s tongue shot into her mouth, bringing with it a wave of saliva. With a moan, Jasmin pulled back and smirked. “Three seconds.” “You…” Minh’s fingers twitched. “Even quicker, next time, okay?” Toadette rolled her eyes and yanked Minh aside. “Let’s go before you choke on her spit.” Jasmin squinted and held up two middle fingers. Toadette stuck her tongue out at her. Toad was the last to leave. He clamped a hand on Jasmin’s shoulder. “Next time you disrespect her, remember she nearly got herself killed so you could come home in one piece. Hear me?” He glared. “Answer.” Jasmin folded her arms. “I don’t like her, if you can’t tell.” “She’s been Minh’s best friend longer than you’ve been alive. She’s gonna spend more time with her, no matter how much you hate it.” “What?” “If you really love Minh, then you should stop being so obsessed.” Jasmin’s teeth ground together. Anger steamed from her; her toes pressed into the wood below. “Give Penelope a shot. Last I checked, she’s available and your age, right?” “Huh?” Penelope raised a brow. “Did you just tell her to shoot me?” “With a heart-shaped arrow, kid,” Toad chuckled before looking seriously at Jasmin and whispering, “Prove Toadette you’re not Incest Princess, yeah?” He patted Jasmin’s cap and shut the door behind him. Jasmin blinked. I’m not creeping her out… And it’s not like I can flip a switch on my feelings. She looked back at Penelope, whose face was full of confusion. She’s no Minh-Minh. *** Outside, Minh watched the flowers swaying in the salty breeze. Once we’re done, I’ll be back tending to my beauties. Oh! Did I tell Mom that I ordered new soil? Toad stepped out. “So who do we ask first?” “No clue,” Toadette groaned. “Who doesn’t look shady in this town?” “What about the Pianta syndicate?” Minh asked. “The Pianta syndicate?” Toadette glanced around, hoping no suited man was within earshot. “You mean those guys in the ugly suits who ‘disappeared’ ten people within two minutes across Rogueport? We’re asking those guys for help?” “We ain’t a threat. Why would they hate us when we’re technically saving them too?” “No, Toadette’s right.” Toad shook his head. “These aren’t rational people. We walk in there, and they’ll either rob us blind or put a price on our heads just for fun.” Minh shrugged. “We’ve made it this far.” “And when they link us back to your family?” he shot back. “Your parents? Your pet? Jasmin, considering she’s living under your roof now? You want a target painted on their backs?” “Okay, no playdates with the mob.” Minh’s voice went shrill. “Let’s—” “Get away from me, you creeps! I’m warning you!” Their eyes followed the scream. The townsfolk scattered as a young woman pushed through the crowd. Her boots stomped against the stone pavement, and hot on her heels came Goombas. Toadette shivered. Three of them—one spiked, one winged—chased her from the western district. “We can’t just sit here!” Minh yelled, hopping to her feet. “Relax. She probably just owes them money. Let the locals kill each other.” Toad faced the other direction. “I say we look for anyone wearing glasses. They’re more likely to know…” He turned around. “Guys?” Nothing but air was left behind. “When Wario beats us to Twilight Town, don’t blame me.” In the town square, the girl skidded to a halt. The Paragoomba bobbed in front of her, cutting off her escape. “Nowhere left to run, girl. Why you running from your kind?” “I am not your kind,” she scoffed, sticking out her hands. “See? Hands.” “Ain’t you?” The regular Goomba leaned in, inhaling deeply near her ankles. “You sure smell like it. Hell, I can taste those spores in the air. Come on and chill with us; don’t be running around.” “He’s right. Get one sample of us,” the Spiked Goomba said, nudging her ankle, “and you gonna be begging for us every day. Pleasure guaranteed, baby girl.” The girl sighed. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. The Goombas’ grins widened. “So you really know me, huh?” she mumbled. “Oh yeah, lil’ mama,” the Paragoomba laughed. “Well then…” “Hey!” Toadette burst from the east entrance. “Stop!” Suddenly the Paragoomba flew backwards, hurtling past her. He slammed into Minh’s chest and hit the pavement with swirling eyes. Toad caught up. “What in the—?” The mystery girl stomped her boot onto the regular Goomba. He shrieked. She punted him sideways into a rubbish heap; flies swarmed him instantly, diving into his screaming mouth. The Spiked Goomba reared back, his eyes blazing with fury. “You…” “You want this?” She turned around and grabbed her own ass. “Here. Penetrate it, tough guy.” He charged, his spike aimed directly at her rear as he leapt. In that split second, she backflipped and caught him mid-air with a violent kick. He tumbled across the dust. Before he stopped rolling, she grabbed his foot. “Hasta la vista!” She flung him into an open trash bin against the bar. A pathetic whine echoed from within the metal. She blew a raspberry. “Like you knew jack about me.” She rubbed the back of her boot heel, only wincing a bit. Then she noticed the three mushrooms staring at her. “You guys are totally gonna catch flies with your mouths open like that. Seriously, as if I can’t handle a few smelly losers before breakfast?” She strutted over with confidence. “Welcome to Rogueport, the only place where the trash takes itself out.” Toad squinted at her teeth. There were fangs. “What are you exactly?” “Come again?” “You’re not human, not fully.” He leaned in closer. “You some kind of mutated Goomba?” “Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!” She tapped the diamond-shaped badge pinned to her shirt. Instantly she shrank down into the form of a small Goomba, complete with a helmet, ponytail and big shoes. Toadette and Minh recoiled. “What? Haven’t you seen a Peer Pressure badge before?” “Peer Pressure badge?” Toadette asked. “Actually, scratch that. It’s mega rare. Novices like you probably don’t even know the concept of badges.” With a shake of the badge, she grew back into the human woman, stretching her limbs. “Helps me reach higher shelves at the library and avoid being recognised by certain creeps around here. Well…most creeps.” “You can dress up in human skin, but you’re still just a dirty Goomba,” Toad said flatly. “Careful, mushroom boy.” Her grin sharpened. “I just took out three guys in the blink of an eye.” “And I’ve survived getting stabbed twice,” Toadette interjected. “Don’t test us.” “Ooh, do we have some adventurers here?” The woman stroked her ponytail. “You’re after some stars, huh?” Minh stiffened. “How did you—” “Lucky guess.” Her eyes shot open. “Holy crap, you’re actually doing it? Like, for real?” Toadette nodded. “World’s fate is in our hands. Somehow.” “Makes sense. It’s the only reason you’d be in a dump like Rogueport. You struggling to get a grasp on the underground? Need train tickets?” “The pipe to Twilight Town rejected us,” Minh admitted. “You know something about that?” “Ugh, that pipe is the worst. Threw a total fit when it rejected me. Pretty sure I gave Mario a migraine with all my whining, but hey—” “Mario?” Toad crossed his arms. “So you’ve worked with him?” “His first partner, and I’ve got the scars to prove it. Name’s Goombella.” She sized them up. “You need info on Twilight Town, and I’ve got it all. The question is: what are you willing to trade?” “We have money,” said Toadette quickly. “Just not a lot.” “Please, I don’t want your coins.” Goombella’s gaze slid to Toad. “Besides, those Goombas back there? They’re uglier than a crusty Thwomp. You, on the other hand…” She circled him like a shark. “You work out? ‘Cause those muscles are totally popping.” “I keep in shape.” “Thirty minutes.” Goombella smacked her lips. “You, me, my room. I’ll tell you everything you need to know about Twilight Town.” Toad’s face contorted. “You missed the part where you’re a Goomba?” “And?” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, you’re one of those Toads. Newsflash, Mister High-and-Mighty: to everyone else, we’re both just fungi. But sure, keep acting like you’re superior ‘cause you’re taller.” Toadette grabbed Toad’s arm. “We need help fast.” “From a Goomba?” “It’s thirty minutes of humiliation,” she hissed. “Are you really gonna throw a hissy fit, or do you wanna get to Twilight Town?” Goombella started walking away. “You three gonna stand there debating prejudices, or are we doing this? My feet are screaming after that chase.” Toad looked back at the western zone. They were dead in the water without a guide. With a growl, he turned to follow. *** They followed her to a separate inn above the bar. The place looked like a health hazard. Papers covered every surface in Goombella’s room, piled haphazardly into towers. “Six years of university finally wrapped up,” she explained, kicking off her boots. “Graduated as Miss Valedictorian, so I’m allowed to be messy. I’ll be out here and in Beanbean or Sarasaland within the month.” She sat on the mattress and scratched the bottom of her socked foot. “Where’s the lube so I can get this over with?” Toad asked. “Don’t got any. We won’t need it.” “What?” A soft ripping sound echoed through the room as the socks snapped free around her toes. Bits of black lint clung stubbornly to her sole, especially between each toe. Flexing them, she watched the lint shift before flinging the sock in Toad’s direction. Before it even hit the floor, a wave of funk washed over him—sour peaches saturated with sweat. His eyes widened; he stood with an expression of horrified disbelief. “Oh no.” “Oh yes.” Goombella wiggled her toes, scattering more lint. “And get real. You think I’d really let you stick that thing inside of me?” Minh was shaking with suppressed laughter. “This is gonna be good.” Toadette’s face turned red, and her fist clenched. She tried to convince herself that it was just about the mission. Just about getting the information. It wasn’t about watching whether this smug Goomba could make Toad climax when she never could with her own feet. “You two can watch if you want.” Goombella peeled off the second sock, revealing another lint-covered sole. “Or not. Make yourselves comfortable.” “Oh, I’m definitely watching.” Minh stared at the wiggling toes with wide eyes. Toadette couldn’t bring herself to speak. She just nodded once. “Well.” Goombella pulled out a stopwatch. “We’re on the clock, mushroom boy. Rub my feet.” “Rub them?” “We speak the same language, right? Get all that tension out for me.” With a deep sigh, Toad eased himself onto the edge of the bed. He stared at her bare feet. His fingers brushed her heel and traced the arch. He rested his thumb on the ball of her foot. “Hmph. Unexpectedly soft,” he said flatly. “For a Goomba.” “Uh, yeah? I nurture my skin, genius.” She leaned back. “Okay, they’re a little sweaty right now. But that’s what happens when I have to stomp on pervs all morning.” Upon her revelation, Toad couldn’t ignore the dampness beneath his palms. The smell was strong, just not as rancid as the socks suggested. Toad’s face burnt as he kneaded her foot, feeling every curve. “Harder,” she commanded. “I can handle some pressure.” He pressed his thumbs into her arch. She let out a satisfied moan that made Minh’s thighs tighten. “Now kiss my feet.” “Seriously?” “Duh.” She lifted her foot to his face, her toes dancing hypnotically. “Kiss. My. Feet.” Groaning, he leaned forward and kissed the ball of her foot. The scent intensified as he got closer. “Good boy,” she purred. “Now the toes.” With each kiss, he could feel the salty, sticky sensation of sweat and lint on his lips. Goombella watched him with amusement, revelling in his humiliation. “Open your mouth.” “Do not put that in my—” She pushed her big toe past his lips before he could finish. Suddenly the taste wasn’t just on his lips; it was everywhere. It was inescapable. The concentrated sweat mixed with the loose fibres of the sock created an unignorable texture. Toad’s eyes watered. The rest of the toes slipped in, squelching as they bunched together in his mouth. “Aw, look at you.” She wiggled her toes violently against his tongue. “They can’t taste that bad if you haven’t spit them out yet. Should I go deeper— Yep!” Toad tried to pull away, mumbling around the mouthful of toes, but Goombella pressed down harder, silencing him. Toadette’s eyes narrowed. Despite the gagging sounds, a distinct bulge was rising in Toad’s pants. It twitched as Goombella dug her big toe down his throat. Goombella grinned and yanked her toes out his mouth with a wet pop. “One solid minute.” She slapped his erection with her damp sole. “I guess you really do love the taste of vermin.” Toad gasped for air. “Enough of the stupid foreplay.” “Agreed.” Goombella glanced at her stopwatch. “Twenty-five minutes left. Let’s get to the main event.” With a sudden strength, she thrust Toad back onto the bed. He was still processing what just happened when she tore at his pants and yanked on his cock. Purring, she flanked his cock with her feet. Finally she brought them together. The pressure hit him immediately. Her arches enveloped him tightly, forming a grip that was fierce in its intensity. Rather than probing cautiously, she glided her feet up and down boldly.  Toad gasped. He gripped the sheets so hard. “Dang, that’s hot,” Minh whispered from her seat. Toadette leaned closer to her. “She’s getting way better results than me already.” “Is she?” “I can’t make him cum with my feet.” Her voice got quieter. “Y’know, I’ve tried at least twice, but nothing happens. Yet you got him to burst on the road.” “Oh.” Minh’s eyes followed Goombella’s every movement. “Maybe you need practice. See how she’s putting her whole foot into it? Alternating the pressure on strokes? You notice if you do that or not?” “Yes. It’s natural.” “No, it ain’t. It takes skill.” She pointed to Goombella’s feet, which were working Toad’s cock beyond its limits. His foreskin stretched tight enough to break. “You gotta know how to balance the smooth with the rough.” Goombella’s arches flexed. The sock lint turned her sweat into a gritty lubricant. She shifted angles constantly, grinding the balls of her feet into him. She then slammed her heels into his testicles. Toad’s breath hitched. He tried to scramble backwards, but her weight kept him anchored. “Going somewhere?” she teased. Slowly she transferred all her weight into her heels. They flattened his balls against the mattress. His eyes bulged. “You feel that?” Goombella looked down, admiring her own work. “Pure muscle, mushroom boy. Even in my real form…” She hit the badge, quickly transforming into a proper Goomba. She blew a kiss at Toad, snickering, while he cringed. “My feet are tougher than you’d ever imagine.” “You’re crushing my balls,” he wheezed, his voice higher than usual. “Am I? Maybe. Or do you just have weak, tiny balls?” She pressed even harder. The sensation swung between excruciating pain and mind-bending arousal. Toad could feel the life draining from his balls, yet the danger only served to spike his adrenaline. “I could totally pop them if I wanted to,” she said. She punctuated the threat with a sudden increase in weight. Toad screamed sharply and panted for a second. Gradually the pressure on his balls lifted. “But I won’t,” she giggled. She reverted to the human disguise. “Not a fun party if it ends early, is it?” Then she eased up and stroked the shaft mockingly gently before accelerating again. “You like all this, mushroom boy?” Her voice was breathy. “Yeah, you do.” Toad was unable to form words. His mind screamed vermin, but his body betrayed him. His hands remained locked on the sheets. His body responded with unbridled enthusiasm, overriding any objections his mind might have raised. “Wow, she’s treating it like a stress ball,” Minh giggled, touching her groin. “So he likes it rough. I can be rough.” Toadette stared, taking mental notes. Goombella glided up the shaft, squeezing. With each new stroke, he experienced a new surprising sensation. His breathing became ragged. “You gonna cum?” Goombella cranked the speed up a notch. The slapping of her feet against his skin grew louder and faster. “Come on, mushroom boy! Make a mess already! You know you like it! You totally wanna jizz on these toes, don’t you? Do it!” “Fuck!” His whole body seized, then he came. Spurt after spurt of semen painted Goombella’s arches white. It pooled in the crevices between her toes, and some of it even landed under her toenails. For a few seconds, he could neither breathe nor think; he could only be lost in the confused bliss. But Goombella’s feet didn’t stop moving. “What are you doing?” he gasped, his body jerking with oversensitivity. “Stop!” “Stop?” Goombella grinned devilishly. “We’ve still got five minutes on the clock.” “That’s not how this works!” “I made the rules, so yeah, it is.” She applied more force, deliberately targeting his most sensitive areas. The semen-covered balls of her feet squeezed his ultra-sensitive glans flat. “Bet I could make it flatter than paper.” The sensation was overwhelming to the point of pain, but Toad’s body kept responding anyway. Toadette watched with a mix of jealousy and fascination. Minh openly grinned. “You ever get compliments on your feet? ‘Cause those arches are crazy high.” “The cuteness hides how dangerous they can be.” Goombella trapped the penis with one foot and trilled the urethra with her other foot’s sharp nail. Toad bit his lip, banging the sheets. Fifteen agonising seconds later, she pulled back, a thin trail of cum connecting her toe to him. “Thank you, though.” Toadette put her fingers together. Maybe if my feet were smaller, he’d like them better. “We might as well go for round two at this point, right?” Goombella asked, wiggling her toes on his shaft. “I’m game.” “Please—” he breathed. “Oh, you’re begging now?” She let out a snicker. “That’s adorable. Really. But no.” She curled her toes around him before squeezing him between her depth-defining arches. The semen had gone cold, but the sweat had redistributed itself, creating a slicker surface. Her feet moved faster now; the friction had reduced, yet the intensity increased. She maintained control the entire time. Toad’s back arched. He gripped the pillows. The pleasure had reached a point where it was almost the same as pain. “One minute,” Goombella announced. “Let’s go, mushroom boy. Give me one more juicy load before time’s up. Where’s my milk?” The arch of her left foot and the ball of her right foot alternated in an unpredictable harmony. Toad’s body shuddered as a new wave of pain and pleasure washed over him. He actually passed out for a second after making a shrill squeak. The load dribbled out of his cock, weak but enough to coat Goombella’s big toe. Finally the feet came to a halt. She pulled them away. “And that’s exactly thirty minutes.” Without a shred of shame, she wiped her feet on the bedsheets. “I’d say that was a fair exchange, wouldn’t you?” Stuck in both post-orgasmic bliss and existential horror, Toad stared at the ceiling. I just got milked by a sweaty, trash-talking Goomba. And I came twice. I need a deep shower. He gritted his teeth as she picked the last bits of lint off his softening penis. She stood and stretched with a satisfied groan. “Alright, mushrooms, a deal’s a deal.” She slapped her bare foot against the floor. “You wanna get into Twilight Town? It’s as easy as it is dumb.” Their ears were open. “Let’s see…” Goombella cleared her throat and flipped through a book. “Hark ye well! To traverse the conduit unto the town of twilight, it is decreed that thy name be inscribed upon thy garments!” The three stared at her in disbelief. “And let it be done with permanent ink, lest the perils of thy journey wash the writing away,” she added with a cheeky smile. “That help?” ---------- Author’s Note: This is how we return properly to Toadette’s Story in 2026, with a special cameo. Originally Goombella was going to be a half-breed between a Goomba and human, as I had designed her years ago to be more humanoid. But friend TheJesterMime considered it a cop-out, so I went back to the drawing board. The badge explanation ultimately makes more sense. A reminder that constructive criticism is meant to help you, not to hinder you. |
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