Sora, Kairi and a Foot-Scented Fruit

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(This story contains: deep kissing, sweaty/stinky feet, toe jam)

         Sora fell into the sand twice, brushing himself off each time. With the sky turning orange, he had to find this girl before she went home. Destiny Islands wasn’t known for its redheads, so Kairi would’ve stood out in a crowd. Waving to the other islanders, Sora continued to look for his friend. This second sprint would be his second race of the day, only this time, he was racing against the clock instead of a person.

         “Kairi!” When she came into view, on a small inlet surrounded by grass, Sora’s heart fluttered.

         But a single hand to the face stopped him in his tracks. He smelt the fresh palm of Kairi’s hand before she backed up. Her blue eyes were wide, her body stiff.

         “Scared you?” Sora asked, chuckling.

         “Looked like you wanted to attack me.” With slow breaths, she composed herself. “Hope you’ve got a good reason for running up on me like that.

         “Forgot?” Sora held before Kairi a yellow, star-shaped fruit. It took the girl less than a second to recognise it as one of Destiny Islands’ more iconic fruits.

         And when she looked at it, then back at Sora’s blushing face, she gasped.

         “Wasn’t my idea.” Sora’s fingers twitched in preparation to rip the fruit in two. “But how about it, Kairi?”

         Kairi took the whole fruit from Sora and continued to looked at it, feeling its strawberry-like texture. Earlier that day, Sora and Riku—Kairi’s other friend and Sora’s best friend—had raced across one of the other islands. It was the usual for them, with Kairi often being their referee. Only today, she heard them whispering about possibly sharing a paopu fruit with her. Legend said that if two people shared the same fruit, their lives would be intertwined. So bells went off in her head when she realised Sora wanted to share his paopu with her.

         A small smile appeared on her face. “You really wanna share it with me?”

         Sora nodded and took a step closer to her.

         “Really?”

         “Yes!” Sora clasped his hands together. “Before it gets dark, please.”

         The boy’s excitement escalated when he heard the soft tearing of the paopu. As Kairi’s fingers glistened with juice, Sora took in the tropical smell. Everything about the moment was perfect. He and Kairi were alone, a beautiful sunset set the mood, and Kairi’s reaction had gone smoothly. All that remained was for the two of them to share the paopu.

         “Hmm?” He paused when he saw Kairi taking off her white and purple shoes. One part of him was confused, but the other wanted to jump in joy. If Sora had the chance, he would get down on one knee and kiss the tops of her feet. Between their massive size and all-natural appearance—no nail polish, no rings, no tattoos—Sora had long considered Kairi to have the most beautiful feet he’d ever laid eyes on.

         As a bonus, her lack of socks meant that her feet’s odour must’ve had a bit of kick. The only things in her shoes were the stained insoles and half a paopu in the right shoe.

         Sora instantly snapped to reality. Kairi’s finger was on her lip as she stared her friend down.

         “You know I was never one for those cheesy romance books,” she said. Slowly but surely her feet found their way back into the shoes. “If I’m going to share a paopu with you, we’re gonna do it my way.”

         The fruit produced slimy noises as it broke apart inside the damp shoe. Breathlessly, Sora watched as Kairi wiggled her toes, crushed the paopu with her thick heel, then slowly swayed her hips on her way to a bush. Once she sat, Sora followed the girl.

         Kairi did everything she could to burn the paopu’s essence into her foot. Three minutes of cooking and casual whistling later, she finally grabbed the back of her shoe.

         “This is your half, Sora. Once you finish it, I’ll finish my half, okay?”

         “I don’t think there’s anything left of that fruit.”

         “Let’s see.” She scrunched her toes, the nails grinding against the sticky insole. “Nope, still there. You’re gonna lick it all off my feet.”

         Sora gulped. “Is this just to be different or…?”

         “Maybe I just want my feet licked, Sora.” She started to tug on the shoe. “And you just gave me the perfect opportunity.”

         Sora stared in awe. Kairi’s enormous foot popped out the shoe, covered in so many elements that it could make someone sick. From heel to toe, her white foot was covered in black spots. Many of them were fresh marks from her insoles. Between her toes, Sora got a fright when he remembered that the girl had mentioned she had this “toe jam infection” growing there. Although the last time she’d mentioned it was five months ago. The so-called jam was thicker than oatmeal, some of it dripping from between the toes in a syrupy trail of dark green and black. It bubbled audibly, groaning and squeaking whenever Kairi’s digits so much as twitched. Accompanied by various other bits of grime—mild dust, grains of sand and a few strands of hair—Kairi’s right foot was a sight to behold.

         Topping it off were the remnants of paopu that adorned the entire foot. The toe jam had soaked up some of the juice in that area, but underneath, Kairi’s foot shone with a mixture of sweat and sweetness. Several pieces of the fruit’s pulp were glued to it, especially along the upper half where the ball of the foot stuck out proudly.

         As much as Sora had stared at the tops of Kairi’s feet, his face being so close to the bottom of her foot was a new experience. One that left him speechless as he wrapped his hands around her ankles.

         “Gonna do it?” Kairi asked.

         “Yeah.” Sora lightly sniffed her sole, pulling away as the powerful musk consumed his nostrils. “Jeez, Kairi! Ever heard of soap?”

         She chuckled. “You tell me. What’s it smell like?”

         Despite Sora’s comment of disgust, he went in for another whiff. The bottom of his nose flattened out around Kairi’s toes, where the toe jam oozed. And there, Sora found himself letting out soft moans every time he exhaled. Kairi’s foot was warm to the touch, but the moisture made it so soft that Sora swore he was smelling a pillow. Though even a pillow that had suffocated under her feet for years wouldn’t carry the essence like Kairi herself could.

         “They smell like… They smell like dirty popcorn and paopu now.”

         “Popcorn? Dirty? Good, because I haven’t washed my feet in a while. They’re supposed to be all wet and buttery.” She pressed her big toe against Sora’s lips, a big chunk of paopu tickling them. “But the paopu should help freshen my stinky foot up.”

         Sora’s cheeks flared as his friend pushed her big toe in his mouth.

         “Sunsets don’t last long. If I were you, I’d get to work.”

         With a thumbs up, Sora sucked the fruit’s pulp off the big toe. As the tropical goodness went down his throat, he was left with sucking Kairi’s bare toe until it sparkled.

         Kairi’s toe surprised him. From the smell, he would’ve thought it tasted horrible, like vile dirt. But whatever foulness there was was more like an added texture than something that spoiled the taste. Even as some of the toe jam made its way past his lips, it was the equivalent of a chunky, sticky sauce. It tasted the most bitter of all, but Sora managed to swallow it along with the other gunky bits. Perhaps the paopu’s sweetness had an affect on all of the grime, or maybe Kairi was just blessed with permanently delicious feet.

         Sora had no doubt that her feet tasted scrumptious in a cleaner state. As he licked the few parts of her foot that hadn’t been covered by shoe dirt or paopu, his moans became more frequent.

         He descended to the heel. Not only did he discover more paopu, but there was a black layer of dirt underneath a piece. The stickiness forced him to get creative in removing the fruit. He tried licking it regularly but only managed to suck out some of the juice. Then he kissed it repeatedly, making Kairi laugh but failing to eat the fruit. Determined to clean this girl’s foot and have her eat her half of the fruit, Sora grazed Kairi’s heel with his teeth. This blackened them, with hidden strips of grime curling up from the rest of Kairi’s heel as Sora worked. With the satisfying sound of loosened gunk, Sora freed the fruit and chewed on it, rubbing his lips against the grimy stain.

         Kairi’s grip on her half of the paopu tightened. “Who knew you were so nasty, Sora?”

         “I could say the same about you. It’s been forever since we told you your toe jam reeks.”

         “That stuff’s too thick to go away in a bath.”

         “Or you’re too lazy to scrub.”

         “I’m lazy?” She spread her toes. “Please. Compared to you, I work 24/7. While you’re at it, why don’t you eat this slimy toe…”

         Kairi shuddered. As the substance between her toes growled, Sora continued to fight it. His tongue plunged into the dark pockets of grime, determined to win the battle.

         The toe jam was warmer than the rest of Kairi’s foot, making Sora feel like he was eating a properly heated meal. Especially since when he stuck his tongue into the rich filth, various pieces of paopu essence were sprinkled onto it. A huge trail of green-black sludge followed him for centimetres as he pulled his tongue back. The substance tickled his tongue to the point where the tip was nearly numb. And yet, looking into his crush’s eyes, Sora took a big gulp. As Kairi’s jaw dropped, he licked his lips, then returned for a second helping of aged toe jam.

         He stroked Kairi’s bare leg, the tips of his fingers making her tingle during the rest of the experience. The girl had to catch her breath. Feeling Sora’s warm breath on her foot was too much, especially combined with the moaning and slimy slobbering.

         “All you have to do is learn to give foot massages, and I’ll never need to visit the spa again,” she sighed, putting her hands behind her head. “Except to get my nails done.”

         “No, they’re at their best right now,” Sora moaned, sucking her smallest toes.

         Kairi began to speak. A proper answer stumped her. Sora didn’t want her to get her nails done?

         “Thanks.”

         “They smell better natural too. Better than that coconut cream my mom likes to wear.” Sora took four large sniffs against Kairi’s sole. Then he shoved his nose between her largest toes, smelling so intensely that bits of toe jam clung to his nostrils. His crush covered her mouth, trying to contain her laughter. Yet the boy smiled and licked between her toes again, causing a salty toe jam avalanche to coat his tongue. “Mmm… Sweaty paradise.”

         “You like sweaty feet?”

         “I like your sweaty feet, Kairi.” He alternated between eating the grime—licking some off his fingers—and sniffing the rest of her sole.

         “Mmm… It feels nice… Can you suck on my arch?” For the next few minutes, the girl gave him more direct orders about how she wanted her foot licked. Often she asked him to wrap his lips around her heel, applying as much pressure as he could. If he could jab at it with his tongue or graze it with his teeth, Kairi would let out a whispery moan. Sora was now grazing her heel, just to listen to the simple melody of moaning. The more passionately his teeth scraped the plump, paopu-flavoured heel, the more songlike Kairi’s noises became.

         Licking his lips, Sora marvelled at his friend’s foot. Only some filth remained, but the rest was as milky as the rest of her skin. Though the previously red tint on her foot had now turned purple.

         “Uh-oh.” The boy looked at the sky. Dusk had fallen. “Kairi, we have to go.”

         Kairi pouted. “And I was having so much fun.”

         “The paopu?”

         “I’m not stupid, dummy.” She took the star-shaped fruit and bit into it. Its rich juice trickled over her lips. “Come here.”

         Sora cocked his head.

         “Sora, come here.” With a groan, Kairi grabbed the boy’s head. The moment their lips locked, she leaned against him, moaning. She slowly grinded against his body in the bushes as her tongue unfolded into his mouth.

         Sora’s gasp was swallowed by Kairi’s intense slobbering. Another surprise followed. He felt the chewed paopu entering his mouth. Kairi’s tongue pushed it deeper and deeper, flooding Sora’s mouth with more pieces of the fruit. Finally, Sora grabbed Kairi’s hair. With a whimper, he swallowed the fruit she returned to him. When that happened, Kairi would pause, take another bite of paopu, then repeat the process. In between passionate kisses, she swallowed parts of the fruit and spat the rest into her lover’s mouth. She stroked his face as he stroked her back.

         When their lips parted, she gave him a thumbs up. “If we’re gonna be stuck together now, better get used to giving me foot rubs. Stinky foot rubs.”