Toadette's Story: Book 2

Chapter 104 - Pleasure Amongst Pain

The courtroom erupted. Not with applause, but with outrage. The justices’ blows of the gavel rang out in vain on the tables as the jury leapt to their feet.

“The sentence mandates that Wario stay in Diamond City for a duration of six months, with the sole exception of leaving the territory for legal obligations. Waluigi is permitted to travel exclusively between Mushroom City and Diamond City, prohibited from visiting any other locations during this period for six months.”

“Thank you!” Waluigi sang. He then whispered to Wario, “Talk about light punishments.”

“Watch them not even enforce ‘em,” Wario cackled.

The sound from outside was immediate. Car horns blared, breaking glass echoed through the city and screams filled every building. Everyone in the city reacted, from humans to Toads and Koopas. This fury spread beyond Mushroom City; Toad Town, Decalburg and Poshley Heights also felt the impact of this case being closed. Meanwhile, in Diamond City, Wario’s team celebrated his and Waluigi’s innocence.

In Toad Town, someone was ready to smash a TV to pieces.

“They’re guilty!” Minh shouted, shaking the screen repeatedly. “They killed little kids! What on earth is going on in our kingdom? Was a song enough to convince those judges?”

“No hard evidence, Minh-Minh,” said Sofia. “Sorry.”

“But it’s not fair!”

Back at the High Court, Wario and Waluigi made a stylish exit. Wario bowed left and right, blowing fake kisses to the angry crowd. Grinning from ear to ear, Waluigi danced down the stairs. When they reached their limousine, they bumped fists in victory.

Peach stared at her trembling palms. Once again they had evaded justice. All that she had, including confirmation of their role in the Star Festival, would be of little use now that they had won two cases. Who would believe they were guilty if the courts couldn’t prove it twice in a row?

If only I’d never colluded with them the first time, she shouted at herself.

***

The verdict was a bitter pill for Toad to swallow. Even with his expectations. The danger of their adventure had only increased.

He witnessed T. Ana in the middle of an outburst, one reminiscent of her daughter in her worst moments. He feared she’d throw herself off the balcony.

“Don’t destroy your house now,” he said.

“TT got herself killed working for that princess, and these idiots are getting away with it! Why aren’t you solving whatever this problem is on your own? Aren’t you meant to be some kind of leader?”

“Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t.” He pointed to her. “You passed your stubbornness right onto your daughter.”

A groan escaped T. Ana. Stubbornness, of all of Toadette’s traits, had manifested in her daughter’s suicidal dedication to her job. At just nineteen she was risking everything to save the kingdom, with no guarantee of survival. The uncertainty of Toadette’s fate gnawed at her.

Then the doorbell buzzed.

Still in his pyjamas, Dane T. shuffled past T. Ana to answer it. His eyes widened. He opened the door and soon a shrill, feminine shriek was heard.

“Why do you always squeeze me where it hurts the most, DT?”

“TT!” T. Ana practically yanked Toadette’s arm off to get her into the apartment. “I thought…”

“That I was dead? They didn’t try hard enough.” Toadette stepped into the living room. She gasped upon seeing Toad. She stumbled towards him, flinching as a subtle pain flared through her leg. Once she was close, Toad sat her on the couch.

“What happened to your eye?” he asked, noticing that the left one was swollen.

“What happened to your leg?” she retorted. She proceeded to give him a play-by-play of the chaos in Toad Town and Decalburg.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Bank, Hints and Yellow were all defeated?”

“Pretty quickly, yeah.”

“Poor guys, but this is why you’re now second-in-command.” Toad could finally breathe a sigh of relief. “Good for saving them. Here I thought we’d lost everything: both stars, my men, you…”

“We’re leaving the moment the radar is fixed,” she ordered. “That power boost isn’t just working for us. After that near-death experience, I know at least four of them are stronger than me.”

“Things weren’t all rainbows and sunshine for me either.” He recounted his experience. “Their leader, this smart-mouthed girl, was leagues above Mona or those ninjas.”

Toadette looked at T. Ana. “They tried to kill you and DT?”

“It was some girl,” T. Ana answered. “She just snapped when I mentioned your name.”

“It was the pink-haired girl—the aggressive one,” Toad confirmed. “She was the weakest of the bunch there this time, and even that wasn’t an easy fight.”

Toadette took a deep breath. “Y’know, you could’ve just made her pass out with your… Do I gotta continue?”

“Toadette, stop.”

“I’m just saying,” she continued, starting to smile. “I know my shoes repulse you, but let’s not act like your boots didn’t make me wanna jump off a plane when I got a whiff. You had a secret weapon.”

T. Ana’s brow furrowed at Toadette’s strange suggestion, but Toad was left flushing crimson.

“Even if I were crazy enough to do that gross trick, dealing with a whole group is different from one person.”

“My experience with Shy Guys taught me that much.” Toadette snuggled closer to him and pulled a blanket around them both. She nestled her head into his neck and purred.

“You’re taking this surprisingly well,” he remarked.

“I’ve had a week to recover. I’ll get nowhere in this mission if every awful thing derails me.” Her smile stretched across her face. “If anything, it just motivated me more. I’m setting everything right once we get those stars.”

Toad already knew what she was thinking. He also knew there was potential for complications with the wish she’d be making. Rather than voicing his concerns, he simply held her tighter, being careful not to hurt her delicate skin.

To T. Ana, seeing Toadette not only next to a boy but also giggling and blushing felt surreal. This was the same girl who had always come home whining that boys hated her in school. Toad was the same delinquent who had done nothing but joke about Toadette during his last visit here. And yet here she was, practically falling asleep in his arms.

“You want something, TT?” T. Ana asked, heading to the kitchen.

“Hot chocolate, extra marshmallows, you know.” Toadette’s hand drifted aimlessly until she felt something soft yet firm. She squeezed it, prompting Toad to flinch. When he looked at her, she stuck her tongue out innocently, her cheeks developing some colour.

To an outsider, everything looked fine. But beneath the sheets, Toadette began to explore Toad’s groin as though it were a playground. Her fingers traced the sidewalk that was his lap before hopping onto the seesaw that was his penis.

The second she stuck her hand within his pants, he froze.

Her hot chocolate arrived within the minute. “Thank you,” she said to T. Ana, blowing lightly on it while her hand movements slowed to a crawl.

The second her mother was gone, the game resumed. Toad bit his lip as her fingers wrapped around his balls. They squeezed them as if they were clay. Though she controlled her movements carefully, not crushing the precious contents within the scrotum.

The threat, however, caused Toad’s cock to spring up further.

With absolutely no sign of T. Ana or Dane around, Toadette took a gamble. She dove under the sheets, pulling out Toad’s cock from his pants. She frantically stroked it, noting how the foreskin still covered his glans.

No fighting it, she decided. She opened her mouth.

A soft gasp escaped Toad as the warmth of her mouth closed over him.

Toadette’s moans were muffled by the blanket as she sucked on him. She managed to get almost all of his cock into her mouth, an impressive feat for her second blowjob. Once it was in, she alternated between sucking and swirling her tongue around it. The further she licked, the more she began to realise how every sensual part of the body seemed naturally salty.

Salt’s supposed to be so detrimental, and yet we all taste like we’re made of it, she noted. Not that I mind. Oh, not if it tastes this good.

Toad, gradually overwhelmed, guided Toadette further. She gagged, and her toes curled with the intensity of the push. Through it all, she managed to blurt out, “Pull on my braids, Toady!”

Toad obliged, taking hold of one of her braids and pulling hard. She cried out in pleasure, the sounds further muffled by his throbbing penis. She unleashed a torrent of saliva all over his cock and balls, which she eagerly lapped up. She now kissed the shaft, getting ready for him to reach a climax.

“TT!” T. Ana called from the front door. “I’m washing your flats.”

Toadette shot upright, emerging from the blanket. “No! Absolutely not!”

“They stink up the front door every time. Oh, look, they jumped into my hamper all by themselves.”

“Mommy! I’m taking them to my room!” She scrambled to get her beloved shoes, leaving Toad in a state of extreme arousal and confusion.

I need to work on a cooler way to tell her I love her, he thought.

He didn’t have long to ponder this, however, for Toadette reappeared. Back under the blanket she went, her giggles sending shivers down Toad’s spine.

And then he felt her foot.

Toadette shifted to the edge of the couch, now lying on her stomach. Through her nylons, she located her target with her toes. She nudged him until she found the right spot.

“Gotcha,” she panted. Her left foot touched the back of his shaft, while her right cradled the front. Toad’s eyes widened as the musky scent of her nylons wafted to him, even through the blanket. They were damp to the touch. He shuddered.

With a wiggle and a scrunch, Toadette ascended his cock. Her toes reached the tip before pulling down with a force that exposed his glans to the pungent air. She barely noticed Toad’s whimpers, consumed by the sensation of her nylons gliding against his shaft. She laughed, her pace quickening.

It’s like I’m getting my own massage. His cock fits perfectly between my arches!

Her eyes sparkled as she gazed back at him. “Fuck my feet, Toady. C’mon, fuck me.”

Toad raised a brow. Did she genuinely expect him to want to hump her stinky feet?

Of course, she did. If he didn’t make the first move, she was ready to take control. She was already gripping his cock so tightly that it was on the verge of being crushed. As she increased the pressure, she gave him a few more seconds to satisfy her. He groaned, recognising her unique ability to take the sexiest scenarios and dump a whole batch of weirdness flour onto them.

She began to count down from ten. When she hit three, she felt the first thrust between her arches. Her face contorted in pleasure, her toes wiggling to create subtle sensations on his cock.

Toad let out a moan, gripping her heels and toes as he fucked her at a slower pace. He took a second to stroke her legs.

“Don’t let your guard down, captain,” she teased, flipping onto her back. “Imagine if my mom caught us right now.”

“Don’t even joke about that,” Toad laughed, his cock still firmly ensnared in her grasp.

Toadette peeled off her left nylon, revealing the gleaming, sweat-slicked skin beneath. She bit her lip, considering her options. A bare foot and a nylon foot could both bring Toad to ecstasy.

Her freshly freed foot made contact with his shaft, the big toe pressing firmly against it. Toad’s breath hitched. Two toes gently pinched the glans, silencing him.

“Be my lookout,” she whispered, diving beneath the blanket once more.

Her acrobatic flexibility came into full play. She hunched up, her toes flanking Toad’s cock, and lapped at his glans like a kitten lapping at a dish of milk. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, suckling gently.

Her toes tickled and teased his shaft repeatedly, trying to milk every bit of pleasure from him. He gripped her cap even tighter this time. The slight pain only drove her to worship his cock with renewed fervour. This was a mighty cock—a cock that deserved the ultimate climax. Whether he came through her feet or her mouth, she would make his seed spill.

As she licked and sucked and stroked him, Toad began to whisper her name softly. So softly that only she could hear him. But then the sound of footsteps in the hallway reached their ears.

“Get up,” he said, yanking her back. Toadette wiped the spit from her lips.

Nobody arrived. False alarm. Toad snapped his fingers, and like a good bitch, Toadette returned to slobbering on his cock. This time she entered a more traditional position, having her legs and feet stick out from the blanket.

But Toad didn’t leave them lonely. He reached for her right foot. His thumb pressed deep into her instep. Her toes curled like those of a witch, and her licking became more frenzied, her tongue flicking back and forth. She kissed his balls, knowing they were desperate for a release. And now, as their owner squeezed her sore feet, they would get their reward. Toadette masturbated him with her dainty hands for forty seconds without stopping.

“You’d better give me a good fucking load,” she greedily demanded, taking him fully into her mouth. Her feet swung close to Toad’s face, allowing the smell to hit him like a train. Yet in spite of the fetid aroma, these magical pheromones clouded his senses. He felt lighter and softer, as if his world was fading. His breathing ramped up.

“I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna…”

There was only a two-second warning. He forced her head down as his orgasm began, hot spurts of semen flooding her mouth and exploding on her tongue and teeth. The taste was nothing like she’d expected. She knew to expect some salt, but this was even saltier than her feet after a long walk. Stickier as well, for it all pooled back and mixed together in her mouth. Enthralled and confused, she simply bobbed her head up and down and drained every lost drop from him. Gulp after gulp sent the semen racing down her throat, with her tongue still swirling around the glans as if she were licking an ice-cream cone.

“Ow!” Toad flinched. Giving her braids a grand tug, he pulled her from under the sheets. “You gotta slow it down eventually, Toadette. Gets real sensitive after a point.”

“Heh…” Toadette had his semen dripping out her lips with a grin. In a single slurp, she forced it back into her mouth and gulped. “Thank you so much…”

“Surprised you took a liking to it. It can be pretty dang salty, after—”

“Not for that,” she said, licking her lips. “I mean for saving DT and my mom. Thank you.”

“Please, I don’t need any thanks for that.”

She brought her foot to her nose and took a deep inhale. “My mom might hate the smell of my feet, but she’d miss never being able to smell them again. Bet on it.”

“With all those shoes in your bedroom, I doubt she could ever miss it.” He took hold of her foot and sniffed it. “Rancid cheese, but it’s your cheese, that’s for sure.”

“And gosh darn it, I’m proud to keep cooking this cheddar.”

***

The royal delegation returned to Toad Town under a heavy cloud. Peach still simmered from yesterday’s trial. Beside her, Toad and Toadette exchanged wary glances.

“Everything alright, Your Highness?” Toad asked, his tone more authoritative.

“Merely disappointed in a judicial ruling, nothing more.” Peach’s gaze swept over the square, where crudely drawn caricatures of Wario and Waluigi decorated protest signs. “Though I suppose my sentiments are shared.”

Toad nodded. “Diamond City’s tourism is gonna see a nosedive after this.”

“They don’t deserve a coin from us,” Toadette added. She looked at Peach. “And the radar, Your Highness?”

“Wario’s moving swiftly, if not faster than us. The second our radar is restored, I need you both to act immediately.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Toadette vowed. “I’d stop them even if our lives weren’t at stake.”

“Hold on.” Toad stopped abruptly, pointing across the snowy street. “Is that who I think it is?”

Peach and Toadette followed his gaze. Sure enough, a small figure, unmistakably mirroring Peach herself, trudged through the snow. Alone. With a large bandage on her forehead. Peach felt a familiar surge of exasperation.

“What do you think you’re doing out here, Penelope?” she yelled.

Penelope froze, then her face lit up with an innocent smile. She dashed forward, barrelling past Peach to throw herself into Toadette’s arms.

“You’re okay! Oh, of course you’re okay. You’re Miss Toadette!” she giggled, burrowing into Toadette’s chest.

Toadette, not looking to get on Peach’s bad side, pried Penelope away. “Why are you outside without anyone watching you? Especially right now.”

“Because I’m not going far.”

“That is irrelevant!” Peach snapped, gripping Penelope’s arm. “After the stunt you pulled last time, you’re to remain in the castle at all times unless an adult is with you!”

Penelope pouted. “Tyrant.”

“Excuse me?”

Toad quickly stepped in. “Alright, alright, let’s not make a scene. Penelope, I’ll escort you to Minh’s place myself, but you’re going straight home afterwards. Are both camps satisfied now?”

Penelope blinked. “How did you…?”

“Because I have eyes,” he whispered to Toadette, who let out a quiet giggle. “Let’s move, kid.”

Peach scoffed, watching them walk off. “All that I do for her, and she’s such an ungrateful child.”

***

As they made their way through the deepening snow, Toad questioned Penelope. “So how’d you know Jasmin would be at Minh’s?”

“She really is?” Penelope’s face brightened. “Oh! I just guessed. When I woke up, the doctors mentioned a plane crash in Poshley Heights and…well, bad things everywhere. Jasmin and her sister were here last time, so I thought maybe they’d come back.”

“Yeah, Toadette told me the plane did a real number on her,” he confirmed.

“At least she’s alive,” she murmured, jiggling her bag. “I think I can make her better.”

“Hey, if she wants to be alone, respect that, got it?” Toad warned. He then knocked on Minh’s door. Without waiting for a reply, he pushed it open. “Hola, amigos!”

He hopped past the entrance on his crutches, leaving Penelope to shut the door behind them. Her gaze immediately dropped to the collection of shoes by the mat. Minh’s winter boots, Violeta’s worn-out flip-flops… But then she saw them: a pair of almond-coloured sandals, confirming what her heart already hoped.

In the kitchen, Minh hummed along to music, diligently scrubbing counters. She spun around to focus on the dishes and shrieked, finding Toad grinning at her from the doorway like Bowser ready to kidnap Peach.

“Did you just barge in here?” she exclaimed, shutting off the radio.

“Lock your doors next time.” He leaned against the counter. “No concern for how I was in these past five days?”

“Sorry. I can’t consider everything when my hands are this full. You were in Mushroom City, right?”

“Let’s just say the fat man has even more skilled goons. But hey, you’re looking pretty good.”

“Please,” she scoffed. “I’ve been patching up my shop ever since Toadette and some wild lady flew through it. Not to mention—”

“I already know. Don’t worry. According to ‘Doctor Penelope’ here, she’s got the cure for Jasmin.” He gestured towards Penelope, who waved from the doorway.”

Minh’s expression softened. “Poor thing.” She gently touched Penelope’s forehead. “Jazz really can’t move much right now, okay? But if you just wanna talk to her for a bit…”

“Would it be rude if I stayed for dinner?” Penelope asked.

“Didn’t we just agree you weren’t staying long?” Toad chimed in.

“Mother should be more focused on protecting her kingdom, not worrying about my dinner plans.” She clasped her hands together. “May I join you, Miss Minh T.?”

“We’re just doing pasta tonight, nothing fancy,” Minh said, turning on the sink. “Of course you can stay. But if Toad starts annoying me, he’s eating out in the snow.”

“My body’s suffered enough abuse, come on.” He hobbled towards the fridge. “You wanna hear what Toadette did to me last night?”

“Penelope, my room is just upstairs.” Minh pointed Penelope the right way before turning back to her dishes. “I’m dying for positivity. What did my freaky protégée do this time?”

“She’s given you some hot competition.”

While the adults talked about their adult matters, Penelope knocked on the bedroom door. The only response she got was a groan. But it was enough for her to put her hand on the knob. Her knees trembled. There was sweat racing from her forehead to her chin, dripping into an ant-sized pool on the floor.

“Hello,” she said softly, peeking her head through the door. When she saw Jasmin’s condition, she froze. It took her a second to recompose herself.

Jasmin’s face was still. Her lack of expression didn’t deter Penelope from coming forward. The closer Penelope got, the stronger her heart boomed against her chest. She found herself choking on words, trying to get one out.

“I think I’m caught up on what you’ve been through.”

“Good. I don’t feel like reexplaining,” Jasmin rasped, coughing. “I thought the castle would’ve been hit harder than us.”

“It was weird.” Penelope put her fingers together. “I was just walking, then everything exploded. It was all smoky and black, then suddenly I’m drowning in water.”

“Yeah, a strange way to blow up a building.”

“It just twisted everything up.” Penelope went on to explain how Toadette rescued her, how she was in a coma for days and how her pain was minor.

“Lucky you.” Jasmin slowly fidgeted. “I can barely open my mouth wide without feeling like my jaw’s on fire.”

So that’s why Miss Minh T. is making noodles. Penelope fiddled with her small bag. Inside, among her regular supplies, was half of an item she’d clung to—one whose rarity was well known throughout the kingdom.

“I brought something to help you,” she said, pulling out the white-topped mushroom. It had a heart on one of its spots. “Life Shroom.”

Jasmin’s eyes widened. “Where did you get that?”

“The few we had were destroyed, but this one survived. Just a bit dirty. They only fed me half of it, and I asked for the rest.”

“It’ll heal me completely?”

“It’ll take away the worst of your pain. You’d need a full Life Shroom for total healing.”

“But…” Jasmin sighed. “Thanks, but I can’t eat it anyway. Remember, very pained teeth.”

Indeed, this was a harder mushroom to consume than some others. Anybody could tell from a glance how solidly it was composed. Penelope looked at the Life Shroom, then at Jasmin, beginning to frown. Her mind raced with solutions for this dilemma. At last an idea struck her, albeit she doubted Jasmin would like it.

“I can chew it for you.”

“What?” Jasmin shook her head. “No. That’s way beyond gross!”

“It’ll help,” Penelope insisted. “My teeth still work, okay? You can feel much better in only a minute if you let me try.”

“I am not eating the equivalent of your puke.”

“It won’t be like that. We’ll do it… We’ll do it like birds do: mouth to mouth.” Penelope’s cheeks flared upon saying that, especially as she now looked at the drool oozing from Jasmin’s lips.

“I would rather stay stuck in bed than—”

“I don’t think you would,” Penelope interrupted.

“If you even think about spitting that thing in my mouth, I will—” Just then a sharp throb shot through Jasmin’s leg, making her grasp the blanket. On the verge of tears, she looked at the mushroom, then at Penelope’s concerned yet determined face. “Fine. I’d better not catch anything extra from you.”

“Please, Jazz, like we humans just spread diseases.” Penelope’s heart fluttered as she popped the mushroom into her mouth. Its blueberry-like taste was almost too sweet, like a fresh pie. She chewed carefully, mashing it until it was nothing but mush.

She then climbed onto the bed, making sure not to hurt Jasmin’s delicate body. Jasmin’s lips trembled. Penelope paused for a second, looking back to make sure nobody was watching.

The coast was clear. Her lips pressed against Jasmin’s.

Sloppy wasn’t a good enough descriptor of this event. Penelope tried to push the chewed mushroom through their joined lips. Some of it smeared the corners of their mouths, and this increased as Penelope widened Jasmin’s mouth to expel more of the mushroom. And yet she let out a soft moan. The closeness, the unexpected contact, the moisture—all of it set Penelope on fire.

Jasmin gagged as the mess went down her throat. As soon as Penelope backed up, she wiped her mouth. “So fucking nasty…”

But then something changed. The burning pain in her leg began to vanish. The rapid throbbing throughout her body turned into an occasional throb. Her torn muscles felt like they were able to heal at super rates.

Her disgust was replaced with genuine surprise. “Whoa.”

“Told you.” Penelope licked her own lips, savouring what she could of Jasmin’s saliva.

“I…” Jasmin pulled back the covers, wiggling her toes. When she stepped onto the floor, she expected to fall over. Her hip at the very least should’ve burnt. Yet it was as if she hadn’t been injured in that attack. Her normally blank face became happier with each step she took. Now she ran across the old bedroom freely, starting to laugh.

Holy shit, this is awesome! I can move, I can bend, I can finally scratch that annoying itch on my feet!

After taking a brief pause, she rushed up to Penelope and hugged her. Penelope found herself startled by the sudden force. Jasmin, breathing heavily, squeezed their bodies tightly together.

“Thank you,” she stuttered. “You… You aren’t bothered by hugs, right? I don’t normally…”

“No, no, not at all,” Penelope answered, further flustered. “Happy to help.”

Jasmin backed away, working hard to ensure her smile didn’t falter. She put a hand on the doorknob, waving to Penelope.

“Downstairs. Everyone’s gonna go crazy to see me like this.” As Penelope stood still, Jasmin sighed, though her smile persisted. “Come on. Shouldn’t be hard to get an amiga to move.”

Amiga? Penelope understood that word. It stunned her to hear Jasmin refer to her so. Yet it put a warm smile on her face.

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Author’s Note:
After all the darkness of the last three chapters, it’s so refreshing to write something lighter. Toadette’s impromptu blowjob had me blushing throughout; I don’t know if I wanna be in Toad’s position or hers more. Next week we’ll have two uploads: the 105^th chapter on Saturday and a special kind of entry on Sunday. See ya.