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As a new foot slave to Princess Peach, Toadette's life is taken for a hectic, erotic ride. |
| “Toadette, she gave us an order.” “You said it yourself: I’ve never been the best at taking advice.” We sat in the stairwell for a longer talk. And fortunately, unlike the one in the apartment, this stairwell didn’t leave our feet covered in grime like we’d been mining coal. Although, the smell of my feet—not too stinky as of the moment—gave me a bit of a chill. The satisfying variety. Heh… It almost had me numb to what Minh T. was actually telling me.  “I mean, like she says, it’s just two days. Ain’t like you can’t come back to Mushroom City again. And I promise you’re gonna see them at the festival since, you know, I’ve been here.” “What’s the big risk?” “Losing your job.” “I’m too valuable to her. She can’t fire me, at least for now.” “Then provoking the Scapellis again.” Minh T. put a hand on my shoulder. “I’m glad you’re happy to be around your mom and bro again, but unfortunately, both of them got us into this mess. If the boy just accepted not getting paid, and if your mom hadn’t sent you over there to burn ‘em down… At this point, it ain’t worth the gamble.” “And what about DT? I mean, he’s at this hotel right now with us.” “He’s a big boy. He can walk himself home tonight, and you just tell him what’s going on.” I continued past her. “Well let’s look on the bright side. From what the idiot told me and based on Her Highness’ words, Daisy should be coming to pick up tennis girl this Tuesday. So at least we’ve done some good there.” Once on the lower floors, we began looking for the kids. Of course, I should’ve expected they’d be in an area perfectly suited for people their age: an arcade. An arcade felt pretty out of place considering the hotel’s lavish décor, but that’s probably why it was on a sublevel instead of on the surface levels. It was loud, smelt like sweat, and hey, at least we weren’t gonna get into a fight down here. Though the rapidly flashing lights had me stumbling. “Are you okay, Miss Toadette?” Penelope aimed a toy gun at my face. “You look dizzy.” “I’m fine…” I mumbled. “Get me my brother, please.” In the elevator hall, with his sticky hands continuously plunging into a bucket of cotton candy, DT listened as Minh T. and I explained to him our present situation. “Well, that’s definitely gonna disappoint Mom.” “I mean, she seems like she’ll understand,” I said. Just saying nice things about her felt so alien. “She’s gonna regret sending me to that building.” “Hey, if Peach says that you guys have to stay here, then why can’t I?” “Huh?” “I mean, I didn’t bring clothes or anything, but we pretty much wear the same size now, TT. I’ll go home on Monday, but for today, I’m hanging with you.” I smiled. “Be my guest.” “You sure Her Highness isn’t gonna have a problem with this?” Minh T. asked. “If she does, she can take it up with me.” And I meant every word of that. It was in Peach’s best interest not to make me any angrier, unless she really wanted the bad side of me to come out. I also didn’t want to just stay locked up in this arcade downstairs with DT. Nope, for the next few hours, we did things that, quite frankly, no adult girl working for the princess should be doing. Like having another race, but this time inside the hotel. Hey, Peach said I couldn’t leave the premises; I didn’t hear any rule about not having fun. “You can’t keep up with me!” DT yelled, hopping a luggage cart. “I thought I already proved you wrong!” What’s harder than racing through the whole city? Racing to the top of the hotel, especially as we’d be exiting the stairwells whenever someone blocked the paths. The constant rule: no elevators. And wouldn’t you know it, while the boy had the advantage on flat ground, I had made it to the highest floor a good minute before him. “It’s about time,” I chuckled, pinching his cheeks. “Come on, I thought I couldn’t keep up with you.” “You weren’t gonna challenge me with those slides on?” “Absolutely not.” I dangled my shoes before his face. “Not a fair race if my shoes are holding me back.” “Guess we’re lucky you’re not wearing sneakers today,” he noted, lightly stepping on my toes. “I don’t wanna be locked in a stink chamber tonight.” “If I beat you to the pool, I’m gonna make you sleep with them in your face.” “Like hell, you will!” “Oh?” I smirked. “I will.” So began a frantic descent to the ground level, with us both opting for separate staircases. If only I could’ve jumped down a few floors, I could’ve easily overtaken him. By the time my toes hit the chilly lobby, I was soaked through, looking like someone who had already gone inside of the pool. “I see you!” DT was also here! No way was I gonna let him reach the pool before me. At this rate, my breathing had begun to hurt, but I knew I’d be able to rest once I just got to that water. Running, running… Outside! Just a little more. Damn it, a fence! DT had already hopped it, and meanwhile, I was struggling to simply pull myself over it. It took a family opening the gate for me to enter and fall to my knees. “Guess I get to live for another day,” DT gloated, on his back like a starfish. “I used all my energy getting to the top, sucker.” I joined him, moving his head so people didn’t trample him trying to enter the water. “Hey, for real, you’ve got all the makings of an athlete.” “More interested in soccer than running track.” “So long as you can dribble a ball at that speed, you’ll be one unstoppable little bastard.” Once sunset hit and we got inside my hotel room, the first thing I did was remove my shirt. Had to get ready for a nice bath, as I not only smelt like sweat but chlorine. The whole time, DT kept looking at me, but it was probably because we ran the equivalent of two miles vertically. The extra sweat made me look like a glazed doughnut. “Wanna shower before me?” I asked, snapping my fingers. “Where’s Minh T.?” “How should I know? She’s grown; she does what she wants.” “Asking for a reason.” He continued staring at me, again, particularly at my chest. “I don’t want her knowing.” “About what?” I raised a brow. “I know we didn’t have the most professional race out there, but—” “Can you jerk me off?” And with those five words, I felt like I’d stepped into a new level of hell. Everything around us suddenly fell silent. I rushed to the door to peek outside and see if Minh T. or anyone else I knew was close by. So far, so good. Now I found myself staring directly at DT, wondering what I had gotten myself into. “Are you crazy?” “Craziness can’t be diagnosed, TT.” “DT, I’m not… No. Absolutely not. First of all, you shouldn’t even know about that stuff like that. Secondly, I’m your sister.” “Yep.” He licked his lips. “And I know it’s gonna sound creepy, but you’re pretty hot.” I was blushing like mad now. Was he really saying this stuff? “This is very inappropriate.” “It’s fine as long as no one else knows about it.” He put a hand on my face, smiling. “Besides, I’m still owed, considering the runaway situation. I want this as my compensation.” I shook my head. He’d gone from stroking my face to guiding my hand to the bulge in his pants, leaving me frozen. He was actively flexing his cock so that I could feel it throbbing. Let’s think… It wasn’t as if DT had any real leverage over me anymore. The secret was out, and we’d already dealt with it. There was no way he’d collaborate with the Scapellis again, and now I knew that Ace was their target girl, not me. Nothing forced me to do this. DT just wanted a handjob. From his big sister. Ew… And yet, at this point, I had sucked on a disgusting penis just to try and escape in one piece. And the more the boy kept touching me… “Stop.” I pulled out my phone and sent a text message. Once I got the response, I grabbed his hand. “No more than 30 minutes.” His smile got ten times wider. I locked us in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror as the reality of what I was about to experience sank in. I was still clothed aside from the lack of a shirt. But before I even turned around, I had already spotted DT’s darker penis springing out of his jeans. He blew me a kiss, and all I could do was deeply sigh. “If I’m going through with this, I’m establishing some rules, got it?” “Sure thing,” he said, already touching himself. “First, no kissing on the mouth. Second, I’m definitely not sucking your dick.” “Fair, fair. But I wish I had you licking my dick, to be honest…” “Third…” I looked down at my toes, biting my lip. Then, swallowing what fear remained, I looked DT dead in his eyes. “You are going to smell my feet while I do this.” “Huh?” His dick began to go limp. “TT, why are you torturing me like this?” “Please, my feet don’t even stink that bad today, I promise you. And on top of that, considering that what happens in here is gonna stay in here, lemme let you in on a little secret.” I got closer, rubbing his cap. “I really like having my feet sniffed. It turns me on.” His eye twitched, but I maintained my smile as I planted a wet kiss on his cheek. “You know, I thought Minh T. would’ve turned out to be a foot freak since she’s so proud of her dirty feet. Blech.” “I look worse in your eyes now?” I asked, continuing to kiss him. “I mean, it’s weird and nasty, but…” With a moan, he gripped his cock. “I’m the one asking my cute big sister to make me cum in her hands, so I’m far creepier than you could ever be.” With a giggle, I pulled him to the floor and laid him on his back. Okay, Toadette, 27 minutes remaining. Try to enjoy this the most you can. “Can we at least start without your feet in my face, TT?” “Alright.” I took his cock in my hands, getting a feel for it. “Hmm… Um… Nice cock?” “Sorry it’s not that big.” “Neither is my chest. We both gotta work with what we have.” DT’s cock wasn’t so short that I couldn’t grip it, but it was still considerably small, even in its erect state. Although the size made it pretty cute, all things considered. Plus, it wasn’t as if I hadn’t seen his penis before. I was the one who was changing his diapers when he was a baby. Only this time around, he had some brown hair to go along with it. The boy kept his eyes closed for the first couple of seconds, only letting out soft moans. But then I slowly hovered my feet above his face. They took their sweet time landing, allowing him to adjust to whatever smell they had today. Ah… His breath on my soles was enough to make me laugh. “Are they too smelly for you?” I asked, wiggling my toes. “There’s a bit of a smell, but not as deadly as I was thinking.” I slightly pouted. “Oh well. Guess it’s better for you.” I pumped up and down on his cock with my less-skilled left hand, flexing my toes as DT continued to sniff them. Gosh, this was so weird, and yet at the same time, the fear of getting caught kind of made this more exciting. My heart was accelerating more than in our actual race, and the more DT’s tiny cock dripped with pre-cum, the more I wanted to have my own little orgasm. Or at least just a little pleasure in that region. After all, this was 30 minutes of pure naughtiness that we’d take to the grave. “I can’t get enough of your nose on my toes,” I purred, beginning to rub myself through my jeans. “Like this?” DT took a big sniff. “Or this? Or this?” “Yeah…” It felt so good to not be holding it in for so long. “Smell my feet…” Not only was the sniffing itself so nice, but the touching. I didn’t fight DT at all on this. He could move my feet however he wanted, whether to increase the pressure on his face or reduce it. But when his fingers played with my toes, I was practically begging for him to take it to the next level. “Kiss ‘em, DT.” “I wish I was kissing your lips,” he moaned, lightly chuckling. “Do you?” “Mmm-hmm. Wanna suck your tits again…” “What are you waiting for?” I undid my bra. “Take a break.” And now DT was going to town on my boobs, sucking the strawberry-flavoured milk like it was his favourite drink in the world. Ah… And unlike Captain Toad before him, he did it in a way that was still pleasurable to me, stroking my sides as he got a boost to his calcium. Hehe, he looked so cute the way he’d flick his tongue on my nipples. “You wanna suck on mine?” he asked. “I don’t think it’ll be as good as yours, but—” We’ll see. My lips enveloped his right nipple and slowly worked to extract his milk. It took a few pulls, but when it finally started squirting… I mean, it definitely wasn’t as unique as mine, but it wasn’t uncommon for male Toads to end up with more regular forms of milk. Essentially it tasted like cow milk but with a watery texture, and also with an added dash of sugar. Didn’t take me long to guess why. “Delicious,” I moaned, licking my lips. “Thanks,” he giggled. “Mmm… Back to sniffing my feet,” I tenderly whispered, planting a kiss very close to his delicate lips. That was as close as he was gonna get, and by this point, the boy’s face was totally red. “Oh yeah, DT, keep sniffing those sweaty, stinky feet…” “They’re not even that stinky, TT.” “Shut up, I wanna imagine they are,” I panted. “Suck my toes.” “Jeez, you got a full-blown foot fetish, huh?” “Surprised you know the scientific term.” “I’m 13, TT. I’m not stupid.” He stuck my big toe in his mouth. “You know, I just remembered we were running out by that pool and you were barefoot. I’m probably tasting all sorts of germs right now.” “Do they taste okay?” He shrugged, giving a slight thumbs up. “For germs.” “Good enough for me.” “For what it’s worth, I still think they’re pretty too, with the black nails.” “Jeez, so much flattery,” I giggled. If he could just continue to lick my feet like this—starting from the heels and moving up to the toes—that would make my night. Every time his tongue reached my digits, I would curl them, pushing them further into his face so that he’d have no choice but to breathe in my wonderful foot scent. His cock was so wet that it started to slip from my grip. And so I firmly grasped it with my right hand, and like a machine, I would aggressively yank it up and down. “Oh… TT…” He licked my sweaty arches with a giggle. “TT…” Hearing him moan my name like that was so wrong yet so hot. Giggling, I ran my fingers along his little balls, letting them dance before took a nice squeeze of them. It was like playing an instrument; my right hand had the shaft, while my left hand went to town on the balls. But it was so hard to focus on his my little brother’s cock and balls when he had my whole right foot in his mouth. Yep, it expanded so wide just to fit all of my salty toes in there. And when he eventually spat my foot out, I slowly slid the wet digits on his chin, preparing to stick them in him again. A second time, a third time, a fourth time. Then I let both of my feet rest flat on his face, while he grabbed them and started to sniff harder. Looking at his own feet, he curled his toes every time I moved my hand down on his shaft. How precious, DT. With all this pre-cum, I could go even faster on his dick. “TT! I’m about to cum…” “Yeah?” I scrunched my toes, making sure his face remained trapped under that blanket of wrinkles. “You gonna cum, DT? You gonna cum for TT’s big, smelly feet?” “Mmm-hmm!” I bit my lip. “Tell you what, DT. If you can fit all ten toes in your mouth, I’ll take one long lick from your balls to the head of your cock.” “Really?” Without warning, the boy drove my left foot into his mouth. As I flexed my toes, I felt him moving stacking the right one on top, and in a matter of seconds, he had crammed my ten juicy toes into his tiny mouth. Not only did he accomplish this, but my little bro wasn’t such a dummy that he forgot to suck on them. Oh, it was so rhythmic and slimy and… Alright, Toadette, one lick. I hesitated. But knowing DT was about to reach his limit, and not wanting a load of his boy chowder squirting in my mouth, I began. His balls smelt so odd, yet his naturally masculine pheromones had me instinctively sticking my tongue out and taking the journey from his nuts to his stiff cock. It was as salty as it could get, especially with this pre-cum acting as the lubricant. And as I wiggled my tongue when I got to the tip of his dick, DT let out a whine like a girl, kicking his legs out. I let out a long, sultry moan, just to see the look on his face. He looked lost in bliss, almost unable to speak words. Then he made a squeak. I moved my face from his cock and grabbed it. “Oh shit, DT!” With my toes spreading in his mouth, I watched in awe as a fresh flow of semen sprayed my hand like a fountain. I burst into laughter. Now DT’s toes were curling at ultra speed as he panted loudly. Ooh… His cum was so gooey and still coming in great amounts. “TT…” He let out one last moan. “Thank… Fuck…” “You better get yourself in that shower,” I said, tapping his cheek with my toes. “I think we went over 30 minutes.” When DT hopped in the shower and I washed myself at the sink, I learnt a valuable lesson. Never mix semen with water. It gets weird and somehow stickier, believe it or not. Had to use one of the hotel’s towels to wipe it off. I just threw it on the floor near the shower so Minh T. wouldn’t be suspicious. “I’m back, people,” she announced, finding me and DT watching TV on the floor. “Thinking about having them bring us up some pizza.” “Great,” DT said. “What’d you two get up to? You know, other than giving everyone here a headache with all the racing.” “Just watched TV, that’s all,” I said. “You enjoyed your body massage?” “Heck yeah,” she moaned, sliding off her flip-flops. “Feeling super refreshed now. And I’ll feel even more refreshed once I get my butt in a bubble bath.” When she went into the bathroom, DT continued to rub his head on my body, moaning. Deeply confused about what I had just done to him, all I could do was sit still. Eventually, after eating some pizza and hearing about Minh T.’s very detailed body massage, we climbed into bed. But I was hit with a new surprise. DT had gotten in the same position as Minh T., with his head right where my feet were supposed to go. I could tell that even she was a little baffled when she saw him like that. “What’s up?” she asked. “I don’t get your whole sleeping thing, and I never have,” he said. He put his hands on my feet, making me flinch. “But if I gotta have my head near someone’s gross feet, it’ll be TT’s over yours.” “Don’t be mean.” Minh T. flicked his nose. “Mine smell fresh.” “For all I know, could be worms hiding underneath your toenails. Still love you and all, but you know, gotta look out for myself.” Minh T. rolled onto her back. “Toadette, I’m so sorry you gotta deal with four feet near your head now.” “It’s fine.” I grabbed her pinkie toe, smirking. Once it came closer to midnight and we were unable to stay up, the room went dark, and I heard Minh T. snoring within 20 minutes. But was I gonna worship her feet this night? Hmm… They were clean again, but at the same time, there was so much running through my mind that it was hard to focus. “Whoa…” I gasped, feeling something slimy between my toes. Sitting up, my jaw dropped. DT was licking my toes. Licking them right when they were near Minh T.’s face too. What if she heard him? He looked me in the eyes. “It’s my turn to make you cum, ‘kay?” He then took two fingers and wiggled them. As he went back to sucking on my feet, I simply stared at the dark ceiling breathlessly. My life continued to get stranger and stranger, now with my little brother sucking on my toes and urging me to… Fuck it. Once-in-a-lifetime opportunity here. As he worshipped my feet, I covered my fingers with saliva and slowly swung my hips, sliding off my panties. The orgasm would be silent, but my love would speak volumes. — MONDAY: 1 day before the festival — “See ya at the festival, DT.” Minh T. hugged the boy in the hotel’s lobby. When DT hugged me this time, I could tell he was trying to grind his junk against me. Well, well, he was still thirsty for me, huh? But I wasn’t gonna drag our dirty interactions into the new day. He’d probably be a little sad, but eventually, he was gonna learn this was for the better. “Just stay out of trouble,” I said. “I will, TT. You just keep wearing socks or flip-flops or whatever, and you won’t be causing anyone problems either.” Said the boy who blew a load while smelling my delicious toes. Once he left the hotel, Minh T. and I relaxed by the pool, enjoying the sun in our swimsuits. It wasn't too hot to burn our skin today, thankfully. “Know what you’re gonna wear to the festival yet?” she asked. “Other than those heels Daisy gave me, not a dang clue.” I crossed my feet at the ankles. “I mean, do I go elegant or keep it casual? Considering you say there are all these games.” “If you’re not playing the water games, be fancy. If you wanna get wet, look casual.” “Think I’ll gamble on fancy then. Wanna change things up a bit.” “Oh, I’m getting my feet nice and wet out there, but I’m still gonna be rocking those flats we legally earned at the arcade.” “Ah.” I paused. “Yeah, you’d better fucking wear them considering what we went through.” “Heh, both of you licking my toes just to help me win those points. But it worked, credit to you.” “Feet worked to help you steer that plane, too. Feet…” I licked my lips, glancing at Minh T.’s toes. “Still crazy how that happened to— Your Highness?” Peach didn’t acknowledge either of us, instead walking past us with Captain Toad and some of the other Toad soldiers trailing behind her. Water dripped from her backside, and the captain was struggling to keep up with her long strides. “Your Highness, with due respect, this makes no sense. You need to tell me what is happening, now!” “Everything alright?” I asked, waving at him with my foot. “Just peachy.” He stormed off, chasing the princess. “Your Highness!” Minh T. cringed. “I hope this doesn’t concern the—” “Let’s find out,” I said, rising out of my seat. “No way. Nuh-uh. We ain’t getting in trouble for eavesdropping, Toadette.” “I agree. Which is why we’re not gonna get caught.” “Is it really that important?” I sighed. “Ugh, I don’t know. But if that guy’s looking panicked like that, I wanna know what’s going on before whatever announcement she makes. Let’s be ahead of the curve this time, especially if it’s got anything to do with the Star Festival.” “Gosh, both of you love trouble.” She brushed the dust off the bottoms of her feet and eventually grinned, standing with me. “But in this case, you’ve got a point. Let’s stay ahead of this.” “Come on, Marshmallow Toes,” I said, playfully pulling Minh T.’s hair. |
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