As a new foot slave to Princess Peach, Toadette's life is taken for a hectic, erotic ride. |
At last, the dry eastern air was out my nostrils upon the train halting at Toad Town. Re-entering the grand castle, I bolted for my room immediately. Exchanging words with Her Highness was low on the list of things I wanted to do right now. CLICK! Out my original suitcase came a small, pink bag. I spent the next few minutes polishing the dust off my glasses. Most importantly, Iâd replace the damaged lens with a new pair. As soon as I put my glasses on, my vision switched from soft and fuzzy to sharp and bold. Much better. I hopped into my bed, letting my phoneâs bright screen pull me into another news-reading session. One click downwards pulled up an article referring to yesterdayâs events. To skip or to read? A little peek wouldnât hurt me. The title read, âDry Dry Ruins, Gone.â The rest of the article went as follows: â7:36 PM. Citizens of Dry Dry Outpost were pulled from their daily activities when an intense rumbling shook the entirety of the Dry Dry Desert. What many in the town failed to witness was the disappearance of the Dry Dry Ruins. The massive structure is said to have plunged back into the Earth, miles and miles below the surface. Who is responsible for such a catastrophe? Nobody yet has an answer, as zero bodies have been found near the site. An anonymous man suggested to us that someone âmust have stolen the Pulse Stoneâ. The circumstances behind the collapse are considered a mystery to select researchers, as it is not traditional to enter the Dry Dry Ruins after sunset for any purpose. It is therefore ruled out that the individual who carried out this task was a native of Dry Dry Outpost.â KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Way to take me out the article. âThe doorâs open.â Once I got a glimpse of who was there, any potential excitement faded. âI donât remember asking you to come here.â âNot the most courteous way to greet someone whose help youâre so desperate for, T. Ana Jr.â Calling me that stupid name that literally no one else addresses me by? When I asked Minh T. to deliver fragments to this blue-capped know-it-all, I expected her to send me a message giving me answers. Instead, Russ T.âs smug voice was all that was needed to ruin my day. Picture a nerd in school, slap some Toad features on him, and youâve got the perfect image. Buttoned shirt, khaki pants, and blue hair. Then contrasting with my squarish glasses, his were completely circular. And look at his stance, folding his arms like he was better than me. For a geek, he was quite the arrogant one. He wiped his nose, saying, âGood news. Those charred pieces you found might have helped me figure out this thief character youâre chasing.â âThen donât waste my time. Get to it.â âBut like everything involving you, good news canât exist without bad news. In this case, our pending payment.â I furrowed my eyebrows. âPending?â âFor at least six years now, Toadette. All the fake documents, arranged burglaries, so on and so forth. You always said youâd pay me later, but later never came. Letâs not forgetââ âI can take a hint. How many coins you want?â Russ T. just stared me on. Then, out of nowhere, he was stroking my arm. âAll these years, and you still think I want your money?â As the mental pieces aligned, I didnât hesitate to shove this pervert away from me. Yet, despite the impact, here he was, laughing. This wasnât funny! âIf you donât need my wisdom, Iâll be on my way, Toadette. Excuse me.â Man, I felt I needed to shower after that. Russ T. had been trying to bust off to me since high school. Oh, Iâll never forget how disturbed I was. Imagine some guy coming up to you and asking, âMay I smell your hair while I masturbate and ejaculate to your scent?â Yet if he let him leave, it could take us forever to find these guysâ identity. The leaderâs potential strength made gathering info critical. Think, Toadette. Do you let him wank off to you this one time? Or would you rather have an unprepared near-death experience with these goons for the third time? âWait!â My head slumped. âJust make it quick.â Russ T. flipped a 180°, rubbing his sweaty hands. âSuperb. If you were always this cooperative, I mightâve been able to call you useful before.â Asshole. The Toad unbuckled his belt and dropped his khaki pants. His dick was pushing hard against his briefs, looking like a stained lump. Before I knew it, he started to rub his boner. Yes, with the underwear still tight on him. On one knee he went, continuing to massage his dick as he⌠sniffed the tops of my feet? Kicking him in the chin, I screamed, âWhat are you doing?â âYou know a womanâs scent piques my curiosity. And Minh T. made special mention of your feet containing incredibly potent pheromones.â âOh, did she now?â I muttered. âWas I supposed to lie?â Great, bring an extra uninvited guest to the table. The girl barged in with a bag of chips, noisily chomping them while her flip-flops slapped against her stained feet. âYouâve never seen a guy jack off for you before, huh?â she asked through the smacking of her salty lips. âNo, and I didnât want it to be likeâ Oh, kill me.â Russ T.âs penis had swollen up to the size of a sausage, and he whipped it out for all to see. It stood darker than the rest of him, and the base had a blue tuft of hair. The end of the thing was completely bare. Guess he was one of the ones to snip that extra skin. Seeing this nerd shoving his nose between my toes as he pumped his cock made me feel so dirty. Itâs that feeling where you know you shouldnât be doing something but choose to do it anyway. âYour feet indeed emit powerful odours, Toadette.â Russ T. pushed his nose flat against my sole, making me gasp. âVery strawberry-like.â Bite your lip, Toadette. You do this once, you wonât have to do it again. While this horny bastardâs moaning ramped up, Minh T. entertained herself by rubbing her gross feet on his cap. No nail polish this time around. Now her nails matched her skin tone, if not being a touch more undersaturated. Although the tickling sensation of Russ T.âs nose was getting bad, I maintained my composure. That was until he wiggled his fingers on my heel. Once the first wiggle took place, I fell back into the mattress, laughing like a jester. My own giggles drowned out the squishy, moist sounds of his cock going back and forth. âStill sensitive, I see.â Russ T. kept his fingers skittering along the tops of my feet as he kissed my soles. âShut up!â I cried out. As if one person on me wasnât enough, Minh T. pushed all her weight on top of me. My shirt came up and I squealed as her fingers went up and down on my sides. Her giggling fused with mine. âCoochie coochie coo~â This was the second time this girl had tickle tortured me. But this time, there was nothing heavy restraining me aside from her body weight. Twisting and turning was impossible. I lay stuck, with a tickling assault taking place on not only my feet, but my body as well. Minh T.âs brown eyes crinkled in joy as she made her way up my body. Her crazy hands stopped right before my bra. It stopped. The tickles were over, even on my feet. Closing my eyes, I felt the pressure of Minh T.âs body and Russ T. sucking my right big toe. These two worked up so much frustration in me, yet my desperation to breathe made it impossible to communicate anything. SLAP! For a second, something weird touched my foot. Then there was some rustling in the sheets, and the mattress moved. âThis position should make you more comfortable,â Russ T. said, laying directly in front of me. My feet were directly on his face as he lay on my bed. Without pants and while wearing shoes. If I could speak, imagine the rant Iâd go on. Muffled under my soles, he grabbed at Minh Tâs thighs. âMinh T., do you mind stimulating my penis while I⌠ah⌠take in Toadetteâs aura?â âWhat kind of dumb question is that?â Minh T. instantly grabbed the geekâs cock and yanked it up and down like a machine. Russ T. went back to sniffing and kissing the bottoms of my feet. Moaning like he was getting the best sex out there. Though, he WAS getting a handjob as he sniffed my feet. Now thatâs a strange concept for a sexual encounter. âIâm âbout to go wild, guys.â I turned to Minh T., and whoa! Although rumours floated around school about her sucking dick with passion, I had the pleasure of never needing to witness it until today. A good three-fourths of Russ T.âs slong sat in her mouth. And in seconds, her head went back and forth on the penis. Minh T.âs vacuum-like slurping was accompanied by the bouts of leaking saliva mixed with pre-cum. This was no Toad. Clearly, she was an animal. Russ T.âs moans ramped up as the horny nut gave him head and my foot smell entranced him. As embarrassed as my face was, this couldâve been worse. He couldâve been getting off to my STINKY feet. Yuck! Giving quick licks to my soles, the nerdâs moaning turned into intense huffing. And he started to rub my legs. Minh T. slapped his penis on her tongue before driving it back down her throat. The way she gave moaning comments, youâd think she was dining on a five-star meal. In no reality could a penis be that flavourful to where youâre moaning like that. Suddenly, Russ T. pushed my feet deep into his face. His whole body convulsed as he let out a long moan, followed by little gasps as he sniffed between my toes. On the other end, Minh T.âs head-bobbing came to a crawl, yet her slurping persisted strong. When she pulled back for air, all that was left was Russ T.âs worn-out cock spurting out some⌠Oh, it was disgusting. âPlease do not swallow that,â I begged Minh T. The girl stared at me blankly but seeing her neck go in and out told me everything. Sick. And she had the nerve to lick her semen-coated fingers as well. The only good part about this was that none of it ended up on my body. Russ T. gave my feet some final tongue laps before I yanked them off his face. He lay as red as my toenail polish. âThere, you got your whiff of me,â I groaned. âNow, hold up your end of the bargain.â He snickered as he grabbed his pants, with Minh T. still licking at his penis. âThose fragments you found belong to a mask, that much I can confirm. But theyâre so burnt, I couldnât pinpoint what mask it was no matter how much you offered. If you were gonna play detective, maybe you shouldâve brought a certain someone.â Damn it. Let me think. What races wear masks commonly in the Mushroom Kingdom? Shy Guys are the default choices. Snifits, who are kind of like Shy Guys, but not exactly. Bandits, who are also like Shy Guys. Hmm⌠âGotta be Bandits,â I insisted. âThe dudes whose faces are somehow on their masks.â âNo way. Itâs the Shy Guys!â Minh T. took centre stage, sucking off the last of the sticky substance off her fingers. âDonâtcha remember when they ransacked this place before? They crushed all my flowers, messed with the mail around town, and it turned out they were working with Bowser!â âMinh T., theyâre like the same family. We shouldâve checked that whole desert and, OOH!â Bandits were just the less-popular versions of Shy Guys, so it made more sense that they would rob from Princess Daisy. Itâd draw less attention than if a well-known group did it. âI donât know. Minh T.âs always been the smarter of you two, Toadette.â My brows furrowed, but he talked with a smartass smile on his face in spite of my mood. âA decent amount of Shy Guys live in Sarasaland and the Mushroom Kingdom. Bandits tend to stay on home turf if you will. And if theyâre here, your best bet is that abandoned yellow building. Itâs where they operated from in the year 2001.â âOkay,â I sighed. âThen why donât we just ask our princess to blow the place up from the outside?â âBecause thatâs a perfect way to destroy the items youâve been looking so hard for. Not to mention, these guys arenât complete idiots. What if the walls are rigged with explosives? The items are gone, the Toads are gone, the whole street could be gone.â Okay, so we were going back to that secret entrance after all. That underground block wall had to have been what led into the yellow building. Yes, the map works out. Weâd be walking right underneath that stupid structure. Yet if the Shy Guys were the real ones behind this, we canât just go in willy nilly. And furthermore, two of us wouldnât be able to survive alone. They nearly got both Daisy and me in the ruins. Taking Penelope and Minh T. along for the ride would have to be our strategy. And this time, Iâd make sure theyâd be able to defend themselves. All they need is a heavy dose of stink added to their feet. |