Toadette's Story: Book 2

Chapter 96 - How to Tempt Toadette

“Well, well, look what the cat dragged in.” Minh snapped her fingers, inviting the man outside into her shop. “Are we going looking for those stars already?”

“If only the princess were able to fix the radar so soon.”

Toad refamiliarised himself with Minh’s quarters. Fortunately winter business continued to be slow, exactly what he wanted. He set his elbows on the counter.

Main raised a brow. “You came just to look around?”

“What do you think I came here for?”

“A bit risky at this hour.” She fiddled with her zipper. “But if we’re doing it, make sure you spank my booty this time when you’re drilling me.”

“What?”

“That ain’t what you came here for?” Minh zipped back up. “Oops.”

Toad glanced towards the shop front again, double-checking no one was approaching.

“You’re gonna give me pointers on how to turn on your best friend.”

Minh cocked her head. “That a trick question?”

“Jeez, you girls are supposed to know every little thing about each other! Doesn’t Toadette have a diary or something?”

“Nope. And even if she did, you think I’d spill all her secrets? To you, of all people?”

Toad groaned. “I’d honestly pay you to tell me this if it meant I didn’t have to deal with this nasty fetish of hers. Oh, thanks a lot for gifting her it.”

“Our bond has never been tighter.” Minh plucked an orange. “Look, I don’t know what makes Toadette tick. I mean, she’s into guys, so you’ve already got more to appeal to her than I do.”

“And just being better-looking and not as dirty, yeah.”

“You trying to get into her pants?” Before Toad could answer, Minh hopped onto the counter, crossing her legs. “It took Toadette a lot to even consider kissing someone on the lips. So don’t expect any shortcuts.”

Could she be serious? How could Toadette not have any turn-on? Even the most uptight woman in the Mushroom Kingdom had to have something else beyond regular sex.

“It’s just been flop after flop,” Toad sighed.

“Well if some guy threw me around in a bar, I’d be a little nervous about having him inside me too.” Minh finally bit into her orange, the juice glistening against her red lips.

“I’ve already apologised for that.”

“Sweet, but you’d better keep treating her well so that she starts craving you more.” Minh wiggled her socked toes playfully. “She ain’t exactly the one-night stand type like the girls you’re used to.”

“So you suggest what?”

Minh lifted one foot in the air. Toad felt his spirits dropping.

“Ugh, but they stink so bad!”

“Really? ‘Cause I didn’t even go out in boots or—”

“Toadette’s!” he clarified. “They just need a millilitre of sweat to make me feel like I’m dying. How am I supposed to make it a regular thing where I sniff them? It’s… Ew!”

“Heh, keep describing her stink,” Minh joked, running her fingers up her thighs. “Look at the bright side, Toad. Toadette’s new foot fetish isn’t a one-way street.”

“I’d really rather not have her touch mine.”

“Then you must not want your little peepee wrapped around her lips.” Minh hopped off the counter. “If her smell seriously makes you sick, why not let her play with your feet?”

“Because it’s weird.”

“Says the man who loves it when I’m pegging him with enough force to split him in half,” she retorted, giggling. “Oh, harder, Minh T., harder!”

Toad flicked her off, pouting just like the girl he was determined to seduce.

“Hey, Toadette could be the one doing that to you one day, if she got something unique and weirdly pleasurable in return…”

Toad was ready to collapse. But before the weight of this foot fetish problem could crush him, he straightened his posture and looked Minh in her brown eyes.

“How exactly am I supposed to turn her on with my feet? Intentionally.”

“Easy peasy,” Minh said, plopping him onto the counter. “Lemme show you what drives me crazy.”

***

“Thirty pairs?”

“Yes, Toadette,” Peach said, opening the door to her closet.

The castle’s grand size continued to reveal the unexpected, with Peach’s closet almost invoking that of a miniature street block. The wall was lined with various pairs of footwear. Some looked unused, but some clearly had her footprints burnt into them.

Toadette cringed upon seeing the first pair thrown in front of her: a pair of white wedge sandals. They weren’t bad on the bottom, but the tops of them were seasoned in foot dust and sand.

“And I have to lick them?”

“Spit-shined to perfection.” Peach held her head high. “You probably think I’m doing this to punish you…”

Absolutely, thought Toadette.

“But many of our top cleaning materials are imported from Diamond City. Given our current situation and potentially rocky future, I prefer to savour what materials we have.”

“I’m gonna get sick from this.”

“If darling Minh T. can come out unscathed, why can’t you?”

Because Minh has spent her life obsessing over the grimiest, nastiest feet in the kingdom. I just want them perfect or with a teeny amount of sweat.

Yet Toadette wasn’t in a position to argue, not when Peach was still responsible for her brother getting his medical help.

She took the first lick across the top of the sandal, with her spit dripping from the straps.

***

Toad’s eye twitched. He tried to focus anywhere but on Minh, but it was impossible. She was right there on the floor, toes practically crammed down her throat, making these slobbery noises that made him green in the face. And whenever he tried to turn away, she upped the volume, forcing him to look before she got quieter.

“I don’t wanna have to do this to attract Toadette,” he said, blushing with embarrassment.

“Please,” Minh said, taking a lick from her heel to the ball of her foot. “When someone thinks their foot is so good that they’re willing to taste and sniff it, that’s the ultimate display of confidence. And you know we girls like us some confidence.”

Minh might have had confidence about her feet’s beauty, but Toad was sure his feet were below average at best. Definitely not anything special.

“You can also tease her,” Minh explained, pulling her foot closer again. “Mmm… My feet taste so good. You should try them.” She proceeded to lap at her big toe, sighing after every lick. Her tongue did a slow swirl around the digit, then she started to suck on it lightly. Pulling back, she showed Toad the bottom of her foot. “Wanna lick it, Toadette?”

Toad swallowed hard to stifle a vomit. He just shook his head.

“Can’t forget between the toes,” Minh sang, running her tongue in every crevice. “Every little piggy needs a deep soaking.”

“The more you describe it, the more this sounds like a demented blowjob.”

“Same principle. Sure, one could just lick a penis for someone else’s amusement.” Minh’s voice deepened as she squeezed her heel and smooched her toes. “But it’s a million times hotter to put your heart and soul into worshipping those plump cock and balls.”

After another moment of tongue flicking, Minh pulled back, breathless.

“Your turn. Give it a try.”

“Um… I’ll think about it whenever I have to see Toadette again.”

“Scaredy-cat!” Minh hopped to her feet. “I’d teach you a thing about a shoeplay, but you don’t really wear anything that works for it. Hmm… Slippers? You wear those?”

“If I’m traversing the castle without socks at night, yeah.”

“Ah, those are trickier to dangle, but if you get ‘em just right, Toadette will be all over your feet.”

Minh rushed upstairs and reappeared with a pair of black flip-flops. She slid them on her feet and jumped onto the counter next to Toad. Wrapping her arm around his back, she smiled, and then the unmistakable slap-slap-slap of flip-flops echoed in the shop. The sound immediately brought Toad back to that unpleasant drive to Rose Town, where Minh did some curious things involving these shoes.

“Look at my feet,” she said like an overexcited child.

Toad forced himself to look down. Regrettably he had to admit that Minh’s toenails still looked rather beautiful. For someone who spent her time messing with soil, it was strange that she put more effort into her nails than Toadette had since she’d returned.

Minh wiggled her toes, the flip-flops threatening to hit the ground with each movement. Then, with a kick, she sent one shoe flying, catching it by the strap between her big and second toe.

“This was the biggest distraction in school,” she reminisced. “I don’t know how I kept up my good grades when I was always watching people everyone dangling their sandals or popping their heels out their shoes.”

Toad’s eyes widened. The way Minh’s voice was wavering showed that she was truly getting turned on by this “shoeplay” act.

“I don’t think I’ve done this much,” he confessed.

“Ain’t surprised. If I have a son, I’m gonna raise him to not be afraid of letting his cute ‘n’ playful side show.” She rubbed her feet together. “He’ll rock sexy flip-flops just like his mama.”

Toad shrugged. “Can I… Can I try it with yours?”

“Here you go.” Minh caught both flip-flops in her hands.

Toad awkwardly removed his boots and socks, grabbing the surprisingly warm footwear. Minh’s flip-flops were a tight fit, not so much in width but in length. However, his feet eventually crammed their way through, with the heels barely poking past the shoes.

Getting them on was quick enough. But getting them to slap against his heels? That was as difficult as walking backwards up a hill while tied to a Chain Chomp. Minh made it look so effortless, but here the captain was, struggling to produce a simple sound.

“Quit trying to force it,” Minh snickered. “Be natural, boy.”

“Natural how?”

“Act like you’re in a dentist’s office.” Minh walked barefoot around the shop, pretending to be reading a magazine. “You’re not learning to dangle your pretty flip-flops. You’re just bored as heck and gotta do something to keep from going insane.”

Toad’s struggle was immense. Four minutes of failing later, he was ready to throw her cheap footwear back at her.

Why the hell can’t I just make them slap?

And then his heart jumped. He heard it—a distinct, satisfying slap.

“You’re learning!” Minh clapped like a seal. “Don’t lose the rhythm!”

“And it’s gone.”

There was a moment of silence before they both burst out laughing. Toad leaned on his side, propping his feet onto the counter where the shoes were at less risk of falling. Slowly he started again, alternating the clapping of the flip-flops against his heels.

“For Toadette, for Toadette…” He took a deep breath. “While I’m practising this, Minh, is there anything else you wanna tell me?”

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” she said, checking the clock. Five in the afternoon. “I’ve got a whole recipe book of foot-seducing techniques to teach you, my new apprentice.”

***

“Ah, you’re wrapping up with my tennis shoes,” Peach sighed as she returned to the closet hours later. Toadette ran her tongue along the crustiest insole she’d tasted yet, and it was something to behold. “If it weren’t so cold, I’d love to go for a quick game. Getting a little more muscle back would help me.”

Toadette took a deep gulp, sending down her gullet another batch of grime and dust.

“Finished, Your Highness,” she struggled to say. It sounded as if she was gargling nails. “All thirty of your shoes are licked to perfection. I even did a few extras, if you don’t mind.”

Her face reeked of Peach’s feet, even without having touched them the entire morning and afternoon. Those tennis shoes were the true stink bombs, delivering a pungent odour that Toadette had never received from Peach before.

Peach stood with a satisfied smirk, holding up a pair of heels. “You even licked the scuff marks out of them. Look at you, going the extra mile.”

Suddenly Toadette had something forced in her face.

“Have some.”

“Huh?”

Peach shook her tiny glass. “It’s Wiggler Wine. Some of the most expensive in the entire kingdom.”

With how parched Toadette was, she didn’t have it in her to hesitate. She took a sip of the wine, with her throat immediately burning. It tasted more sugary than the average wine, along with having this bizarre mint-like quality.

“Thank you, Your— My voice.” The hoarseness had disappeared.

“I speak so frequently to the public that this is basically my medicine,” Peach said, squeezing her big feet into her licked heels. “Ever since I took over.”

“I thought drinking at fifteen was illegal.”

“No one would dare lock a leader up for something as harmless as a little alcohol.” Peach rubbed Toadette’s cap. “Don’t tell me you’ve never broken the rules like that.”

Toadette shook her head, but Peach’s eyes continued to pressure her.

“My mom loved drinking more than she loved me.”

“And so that trait got passed onto you?”

“Not proud of it.” Toadette began to wipe the dirt off her mouth. “I’m nowhere near the drunk she was. But when things get too stressful, how can I not wanna just zone out?”

“Hmm… It works in my favour, having you sober.”

Toadette sighed.

“You’re free for the rest of the day.”

“Really? Are you sure you don’t have anything else?”

“I’ve no reason to keep you any longer if you’ve already completed your task and more,” Peach said, finishing her wine. “When someone lets you off early, take advantage of it.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

Peach smiled as Toadette ran off.

Not only do I have a slave like Daisy, but I’ve got an excellent fighter that she lacks. Ah… Still, no need to keep Toadette stressed when Wario could make a move at any moment. She needs to be able to react.

***

“I really wasn’t trying to kick you like that.”

“You’re way more ticklish than I am.” Minh dabbed at her lip with a tissue, seeing the red from both her lipstick and blood. “My tip for resisting? Think of boring stuff. Like clothes drying.”

“Yeah, good luck deactivating my brain when Toadette’s around.” Toad’s left foot twitched, his wet toes gleaming under the shop lights.

An hour ago he was learning the childishly simple task of dangling footwear. Now he was subjected to a numbing process—getting so used to contact that he wouldn’t feel as uncomfortable. It was like being cast in the seas of Hell. On the floor were all kinds of tools Minh used: her toothbrush, her hairbrush, a spiked pinwheel, a cartoonishly long feather and, oh yeah, Minh herself.

I should be ready for Toadette now, he told himself, glancing at his feet. Let’s hope this moron’s techniques actually work.

“Evening, Minh.”

“Toadette?” Minh’s eyes widened.

Toad almost lost his balance. He had to swallow hard to keep his shock from becoming a yell. Toadette stood near the front door, rubbing her eyes. She sported an oversized grey sweatshirt and dark blue pants that ended just above her ankles. Despite the winter weather, she was rocking her bulky black slides, toes on display for the world to see.

“Hey,” she said softly, waving to Toad. “Am I interrupting something between you two?”

“Nah, no pegging to be found,” Minh said, kicking away her tickle weapons. “What’s up?”

“You mind giving me a pedicure? Maybe even cut my hair again?” She cracked her back. “Wanted to ask this morning, but the princess had me slaving away.”

Minh looked at Toadette, then back to Toad. A wide smirk stretched across her face.

“It ain’t too late for me.” She pulled Toadette further into the shop. “Upstairs, upstairs. Toad, I’m sure you won’t mind keeping us company, right?”

Leave. Stay. Leave. Stay. Come on, Toad…

“You look…cute in those PJs, Toadette,” he said, trailing behind her as she went up the stairs. He then took a deep breath before grabbing her shoulder and spinning her. “Even those stinky feet of yours, by the way.”

Toadette completely froze.

“Um…” Toad hadn’t expected such a sharp reaction. “You offended?”

“No, no, no,” she stammered, fanning herself. “Just a little shocked, that’s all. Thanks.”

Then she glanced down, looking at the tops of his feet. Immediately she could feel her cheeks filling with blood. But before she could make things more awkward, she dashed up the rest of the stairs.

Whilst Minh prepared everything, Toadette told the two about her hectic day at Peach’s side. The longer she went on, the clearer it became to Toad why she looked so exhausted.

Though there was something precious about the sleep-deprived look. He struggled to take his gaze off of her.

But Toadette seemed to have problems looking in his direction.

Time to put this to the test, Toad thought.

He let out a yawn, pulling his feet over the side of the chair. This meant that once Toadette looked to her right, she was subjected to viewing his bare soles.

Toad wished he were a shaman so he could look into people’s heads. Toadette’s blank expression wasn’t telling him anything. So he started to slowly wiggle his toes, pretending to look off into the chaos coming from Minh’s closet.

He glanced at Toadette. Damn. She still hadn’t bitten the bait. She would give him a quick look, but it never lasted long.

If she was trying to exercise control in hiding her fetish, this was not the best moment for Toad.

Minh took one sniff of Toadette’s foot and pulled back. “I can’t get over those…” Then, unable to help herself for more, she began to suck on her big toes. A shiver ran up Toadette’s spine, and she instantly sunk deeper into her chair.

While she seemed stimulated, Toad slowly rolled his chair closer to her. Enough of a distance to where Toadette would only be a few inches from his feet.

Minh submerged Toadette’s feet in the bucket. While the warm bucket got to softening them, Minh paid attention to her body language. Toadette looked everywhere but in the direction of her or Toad; this was nothing new for Minh. But as Toad was slowly curling his toes, she couldn’t help but giggle.

She couldn’t tell if it was funnier that Toadette tried to avoid glancing at his feet, or if Toad’s uncomfortable expression was more hilarious.

Girl, give those toes a good sniffing. That’s what I’d kill to do. She began to carefully scrub Toadette’s foot with a pumice stone.

Toadette bit her lip. She lasted one second before bursting into a giggling wreck, holding tightly onto the chair. This sudden laughter startled Toad. However, Minh refused to slow down the pace of her scrubbing. She kicked things into high gear, rubbing the stone across the balls of Toadette’s feet. In an instant Toadette went from softly giggling to laughing wildly.

Toad’s cheeks became redder. As fun as it was to tickle her himself, seeing her at the mercy of someone else was invigorating in a different sense. He better took note of her traits, like the bounciness of her braids, the little snort she’d do whenever a big laugh was coming and the way her fingers dug into the chair.

“You really don’t need to go that fast,” she said to Minh between laughs.

“Yes, I do.” Minh started to scrape her heel, smiling when Toadette looked as if she’d been electrocuted.

“I don’t think I’m gonna make it past this stage!”

Looking for anything to calm her down, the first things Toadette saw were Toad’s feet. Great, she’d looked at them even despite trying to not involve him in her interests.

Yet Toad wasn’t making any attempt to move his feet. If anything, he just glared at Toadette, as if tempting her to make a move.

The second he wiggled his toes, Toadette latched onto his feet for dear life, provoking a gasp from him.

“I’m sorry,” she said breathlessly. “My feet are way too sensitive right now!”

And so you had to grab mine like this? While Toad could have just pulled them away, he decided to play it cool.

“You just wanna sniff them, weirdo,” he said with a smile.

“As if I don’t have any control over myself,” she huffed. “I’m just grasping anything to resist this tickling. It’s not like I’m young Minh always trying to touch feet without permission.”

“Looks like you are.” Toad spread his toes. “Just smell them already, Toadette.”

Toadette’s jaw dropped. Was he for real? Whether he was or not, she heard his words. So she brought his foot closer to her face, inhaling deeply.

At that moment she let out a guttural moan. “They smell nice…”

“Yeah, if you think smelly feet are the best things in…” He caught himself and softened his tone. “How do they actually smell?”

“It’s not super stinky, yet it’s unmistakably you.” She put her nose between his toes and snorted. “Wow…”

Minh snickered, “That’s those male pheromones getting you high, Toadette. What girl doesn’t love the smell of hard work when her man comes home?”

Toad put a finger to his lip, watching in awe how Toadette was so weak in this moment. She was like a helpless puppy, drawn to the light musk of his feet.

“You want some more?” he asked, scrunching his toes.

Before Toadette could respond, he began to rub his toes all against her nose. Another moan escaped Toadette’s lips. She didn’t hesitate to take deeper sniffs. It was as if she tried a drug for the first time and couldn’t shake the addiction, for her nostrils started to sound like vacuum cleaners.

“Hey, whatever makes you happy,” Toad sighed. “C’mere!”

He brushed his foot against her hair and then clutched her braids with his toes. Spreading his sweat all over her drew a good chuckle out of him. Yet his grin widened when he caught her glasses between his toes, yanking them off her face.

“Hey, give those back!” Toadette pouted, unable to reach Toad as he withdrew his legs.

“Lemme put these on,” he said, entering a new realm of vision. “Okay, if this is what the world looks like when you don’t have your glasses on, you’re as blind as a Swooper.”

“You got your toeprints all over my lenses!”

“So you can see my feet even when I’m far away.”

Minh was dying with suppressed laughter, wondering how she was able to still pumice Toadette’s feet without being kicked.

The fact that Toadette isn’t laughing is amazing.

Once the scrubbing was over, Minh moved onto Toadette’s nails. First she filed them, then she worked on pushing back the cuticles.

“Jazz hates this part,” she noted. “Drives Sofi up a tree the way she refuses to get her nails done.”

Toadette shrugged. “You get used to it. Then again, could be a sensitivity part on her end. You should get one sometime, Toady.”

Toad removed his new glasses. “Nah, that’s too girly.”

“Boy, stop.” Minh rolled her eyes. “My dad is the best man I’ve known, and he’s gotten his feet done. As beautiful as men’s feet can be, it’d be lovely if you guys put a little more effort into it.”

“Yeah, why not make them better?” Toadette asked. “I mean, they’re already pretty cute, so—”

Now Toad looked down in embarrassment.

“If Toadette says it’s a good idea, you might wanna listen to her,” Minh said, her voice trying to emphasise the seriousness of this suggestion. “Anyways, before I paint your nails, let’s begin with the massage.”

Minh rubbed her wet hands together, then she started to knead Toadette’s foot. Her initial aim was on the arch.

Yet then she began to squeeze Toadette’s heels, getting her to make another sound. Each noise from Toadette was like a little present for Minh, combined with her adorable expressions. She particularly enjoyed when her fingers would slide between Toadette’s toes, and Toadette would purse her lips before arching her back like a cat.

“Can you pull on my toes?” she begged. Once her wish was fulfilled, she set a hand atop her right breast, slowly tugging on it. “Oh yeah! I needed that.”

But Toad wasn’t gonna let Minh steal all his thunder.

He brought his chair closer, grasped Toadette’s head with his feet and turned it around.

Without so much as asking her, he shoved his left big toe in her mouth. Toadette froze for a second, feeling the digit wiggle around inside of her. It was only a matter of time before her natural instincts kicked in that.

That familiar sucking began, and she grabbed Toad’s foot for better control.

“Yeah, be a good girl and clean my feet,” he said, still at a loss for how he was able to use those words. “Give me a makeshift pedicure.”

Toadette nodded. After plucking his foot out her mouth, she gave it one more fresh sniff. And that sent her body into overdrive.

She rubbed her face all over his foot, smooching and licking every single spot of his foot. His soles were so wrinkly from the sweat, yet they were also doughy. It was as if Toadette was smothered by a soft blanket. When she ran her tongue among his toes, she giggled and began to touch herself in various ways. She’d sometimes trill her finger along her neck, and other times she would allow her sexual side to shine.

Toad’s eyes widened as she pressed his feet against each of her breasts. Flat as they were, these pieces of fat adored being suffocated by Toad.

“Dang, Toadette,” Minh chortled, prepping her bottles of polish. “It still throws me off to see just how into feet you’ve become.”

“I really don’t wanna admit I was wrong all this time,” she groaned, returning to sucking on Toad’s toes sloppily. “But feet are super duper nice. Half of the time.”

“A partial win is still a win to me.”

Toadette continued to suck on Toad’s feet for the following ten minutes, getting drunk off of them. She let out a consistent stream of moans and always made sure she was fondling Toad’s heels. He sat back disturbed with just how intense Toadette was licking him.

Though I can’t really pull my feet out her mouth. That’d just kill her vibe.

At last, Minh stepped back. “Say hello to your new pink toenails, Toadette.”

Toadette slipped Toad’s toes out her mouth. She hadn’t even realised how bad her neck was going to hurt from being twisted for so long. Perhaps she didn’t care. Upon seeing her new nail design—a stylish French pedicure with pink—she gave Minh a thumbs up.

“Thanks a bunch, Minh… Now I’ll actually go out not looking like a bum…”

“You’re most certainly not a bum.” Minh kissed her foot. “Give me a couple more minutes, and I’ll be ready to do your hair, okay?”

***

An hour later, Minh set the scissors on her sink. She then turned Toadette around to face the mirror.

“Look at that,” she said. “Now you actually look young again.”

Toadette’s hair was significantly trimmed, not dissimilar to when she had her hair cut before heading to Mushroom City. However, this time Minh shaped it into having a curlier nature. No longer was it puffy like that of Toadette’s mom.

Toad, standing in the corner the whole time, whistled. “I’m kinda gonna miss the little grandma look.”

Toadette sighed. “You two will not let that go.”

“No, you looked like you should’ve been eating porridge in a retirement home.” Toad grabbed her hand. “But now you’ve gone from cute to a little sexy.”

“Oh?” Toadette looked at her feet. “You don’t have to exaggerate.”

Smirking, Toad took things a step further. He moved Toadette’s hand lower and lower, until it was finally up against his body. Once he flexed a muscle, Toadette’s eyes widened.

Then Minh broke them up. “Come on, you two, I do gotta get myself to bed. Toadette, you wanna crash here?”

“I’d rather be in my bed,” she yawned. “At the same time, I’m too dang tired to walk.”

“I can carry you.”

Both girls stared at Toad in shock.

However, if you were on the streets of Toad Town that night, you’d witness a truly bizarre scene. A young woman was being carried by a man in the cold, all the way from the centre of town to the princess’ castle.

“What the heck…” an onlooker said, with Toadette giving a slow wave.

“Jeez, I thought you’d be lighter than I am,” Toad panted.

“I’m pretty sure I am. Are you sure you can handle this?”

“Of course. Think I’m gonna drop you?” It was a lot easier said than done, for Toad’s back started to sting.

But against all odds, he ignored the burning in his body and made it all the way to the castle stairs. Technically he could’ve used one of the castle’s lifts, but that was the coward’s way out. He climbed all the way to the second floor and reached Toadette’s bedroom, with his muscles throbbing at every instance.

“Here we are, milady,” he gasped, lowering her onto her bed. He rubbed his back. “Goddamn!”

“Heh, thank you very much, my good sir.” She set her glasses on the nightstand. “I’m not brushing my teeth tonight.”

Toad finished massaging his back. “Why not?”

“Because I wanna taste your feet on my tongue all night long,” she replied, rubbing her eyes.

“You’re a fucking weirdo, Toadette.” He leaned down and kissed her on her delicate lips. “But you’re my precious weirdo.”

And before leaving the room, he startled her by jumping onto the bed. He grabbed her foot and took a long, slow lick from her heel to her scrunched toes. Then his tongue forced itself between each and every one of those freshly-painted digits. In that moment, Toadette fell back into the pillows, twitching.

Toad chuckled, wiping his mouth. “Night.”

“Night…” she stammered, gasping for air.

The door shut, and Toadette let out her longest moan of the night as her hands covered her groin.

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Author’s Note:
Toadette’s new hairstyle and nail colours were voted on in a poll in my Discord server. One of the options, a joke haircut styled after Rosalina, came dangerously close to winning.