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The tale of Toadette's wild foot slave life continues. This time, she possess the fetish.

#1093286 added July 12, 2025 at 2:47pm
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Chapter 100 - Plunging in Toadette's Treasure Trove
“Did you put that on before you came up here?” Toadette asked, raising a brow.

“I wanted to see if you were ready for this before the whole basement thing,” he panted, fingers tracing the head of his condom-covered cock. “It’s hotter that you took the initiative.”

Knowing he’d thought about her safety made something wild spark in Toadette. Without a second thought, she launched herself at his feet, burying her face in their softness.

She deepthroated them harder than she ever could with Peach’s. His pinkie squeezed into her mouth, letting her suck the sweat out of all five toes at once. Her tongue flattened against the ball of his foot, soaking up the salty perspiration.

“Jeez, Toadette,” Toad moaned, throwing his head back.

“I love your feet,” she moaned, her voice muffled by his foot. “They’re way too hot.”

This simple admission made Toad’s boner grow further.

Finally, with a grand lick that travelled from his heel to his toes, Toadette released his foot. She gasped for air, not caring one bit that her face smelt of a boy’s feet.

Toad fully removed his boxers, letting his entire body be visible to Toadette. No interruptions. In response, Toadette did the same. She stood proud as she displayed her pink pubes and dripping cunt. She fingered herself, her moans becoming more desperate and frequent.

Toad fully removed his boxers, letting his entire body be visible to Toadette. She did the same in response. She stood proud as she displayed her pink pubes and dripping cunt.

"There's something I wanna do first," she said, tracing a finger along her slit, "before we get to the main event."

Toad put his hands behind his back, his eyes closing in anticipation as he waited for Toadette's next move. He let out a sigh when he felt two objects wrap around his dick. A handjob was all he could've…

These are not her hands.

Toadette had chosen the unorthodox route. The rhythmic pressure intensified. This strength could only belong to her powerful legs.

"You've got no idea how long I've dreamt of this," she whispered. Even through the barrier of protection, the sheer meatiness of his cock ignited her. She slowly slid her feet up and down his shaft, forcing a moan from his lips. He gripped the sheets.

"You're going to make my dick reek," he groaned.

"To reek of Toadette's feet is an absolute honour."

He hated how true that was. His blush overtook his face as he was completely at her mercy. His hips began to move on their own accord, instinctively thrusting into her arched feet. Each time his cock pressed through the narrow space, Toadette gasped and twitched. It was like a strange massage. She made a series of kissy noises to encourage him to keep going.

Suddenly her grip tightened. She trapped the head of his cock between her toes. "Gotcha, Toady."

Before he could make a peep, she accelerated. One foot anchored the base of his cock, while the other worked with a frenzied energy, leaving a slick trail of sweat in its wake. He finally opened his eyes, the intensity of her stare stealing his breath. She shifted from side to side, licking her lips.

With a playful wave, she flipped onto her side, resuming her footjob. The movements became clumsier, for his slippery cock threatened to escape her grasp repeatedly. After several near misses, she smashed her feet together, with the cock at the centre of the impact.

Toad gritted his teeth, inhaling sharply.

"You okay? Did I hurt you?" she asked sweetly, her toes resting on his stomach. She looked back for a second and switched expressions to a devious smirk. "Oh, you're more than okay."

And with that, she resumed her seductive assault. Toad's heart pounded against his chest. He was teetering on the edge of cumming. Just as he braced himself for the inevitable, Toadette abruptly slowed her pace.

"Gimme a second," she moaned, furiously rubbing herself.

But Toad reached out a single toe and pressed them against her lips. He looked her in the eye.

"You don't wanna cum just yet," he whispered.

"I feel like I do." It took her seconds to stop swirling her finger around her clit. "Okay, so how's this gonna work?"

"Surprised Minh never told you," he said with a smile. He kissed her and gently set her onto her back. "If it hurts too much, let me know, okay?"

Toadette took a deep breath, releasing the tension in her muscles as she nodded.

She trembled lightly as Toad entered her slowly. The sensation was surreal, his cock stretching her in ways she'd never felt. He continued his romantic invasion until his balls brushed against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. He then froze, allowing her to adjust to the new sensations.

"Holy fuck," he moaned, lying on top of her. "You're beyond tight."

Toadette panted, gritting her teeth as his cock pulsated within her. "You know that's just a myth, don't you?"

"Oh, trust me, I know." He let out a chuckle. "You're just naturally built like an angel." His eyes locked onto hers as he removed her glasses.

The first thrust awoke a deep response within Toadette. She sank her fingers into his skin, a yelp escaping her lips as he moved within her. The rhythm built gradually, Toadette's hips awkwardly bucking to meet his as they moved together.

As he stroked her neck, Toad felt a rush of excitement. Toadette's vagina squeezed him so tightly that it threatened to remove him from her depths.

"What are you doing?" he growled, his breath hot against her skin. "You don't wanna eject me. You want me to explore your entire treasure trove."

Toadette shut her eyes, biting her bottom lip. “Fuck me… Fuck me, Toady…”

Then she felt something on her foot. Her eyes opened, and suddenly her body was hot to the touch. Toad had her right foot on his nose, inhaling deeply.

Perhaps the scent of her foot wasn’t something he desired, not like every other aspect of her. But as he inhaled its cheesy essence, he couldn’t have cared less what he wanted. He wanted to see her make every facial expression known to man. To his delight, Toadette changed from a frown to a smile to a look of worry and finished with a look as if she had ten inches jammed into her pussy.

Toad smirked. “Mmm… Stinky today, aren’t they?” He crammed his nose between her toes, snorting like a pig. She scrunched them on him, forcing the sweat to enter his nostrils.

“Fuck!” Toadette grabbed her cap. “Yeah, smell my feet! Tell me how stinky they are, Toady! Tell me, tell me, tell me!”

“Well they smell like cheese,” he panted, making his sniff noises more obnoxious. “Really putrid cheese. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to punish me.”

“Punishment?” With all her might, she pushed her legs forward and rubbed her feet all over his face. “This is a gift. You should be so happy to smell the bottoms of my feet like this.”

Toad grabbed her ankles, stopping his thrusting. He gave her a deep glare. “Who says I’m not?”

He pressed his mouth to her foot, licking the side of it. To see her expressions was one thing, but to hear her little coos and twitchy sounds sent a jolt of confidence through him. As he licked up and down her feet, he plunged into her at an even faster rate. Now she was fingering herself while she got her passage filled.

Toadette stared off into space. Each time she heard his balls slapping against her, she could swear she was on the verge of having an orgasm. The pressure tightened in her body, and her sensitive clit trembled under her finger.

After having sniffed her feet for an eternity, Toad dropped them. His hands went up and down her body, even tickling her intentionally at points. It drew a cute shriek out of her.

“I didn’t agree to being tickled,” she chuckled. When he tried again, she slapped his hand away. “No!”

“Aw, don’t be a killjoy.” His fingers still managed to find their way under her toes.

Toadette burst out laughing. The occasional moan broke up her outburst, bringing an even greater smile to Toad. At this point, Toadette was nothing but a science experiment. So many unique traits to her, all waiting to be discovered. He quit his tickling assault and simply gave her a few powerful thrusts. One, two, three… Then he hastened the pace again.

“Toadette,” he moaned, squeezing her tit. “Mmm… Toadette… I’m cumming…”

Toadette let out a gasp. Her pussy shook like an earthquake, each spasm of Toad’s cock hitting all her sensitive spots. He whispered her name repeatedly, continuing to fondle her breasts as his sweat dripped onto her. Eleven spurts, followed by a few miniature ones, had Toad drained.

As Toad’s orgasm clouded his mind, he was ready to munch on Toadette’s carpet. After all, girls never came from penetration alone in his experience.

But Toadette’s hips were still thrusting. Her feet found themselves back in front of Toad’s face, slapping him over and over.

“Don’t stop yet!” she commanded, her voice strained. “Keep smelling them! Smell ‘em like your life depends on it, Toady!”

He didn’t hesitate. Determined to make her climax, he buried his nose deep under her cheesy toes. Four long, deep-pitched sniffs caused Toadette’s pussy to contract around him. Her walls tensed up, pulsating for a lengthy wave. The more Toad sniffed her feet, the faster she wiggled her toes.

And he knew that those wiggly toes meant she was in bliss.

Things then got quiet. The mood had gone from unbelievably sensual to awkward, as Toad slipped his dick out of Toadette and realised that both of them smelt like nothing but raw feet. Even Toadette seemed a touch grossed out at herself, a shocker for Toad.

Yet a small smile still appeared on her face. She sat up and kissed him on his mouth.

“You loved that smell, huh?”

“I loved making you happy,” he said, his tougher nature coming back. “Don’t get it twisted.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Toadette ran her fingers along his foot. “I don’t care either way. We are gonna do that again, and I’m gonna make sure my feet are even stinkier.”

“Crossing my fingers you forget, nasty.”

After some cleaning—Toadette had no idea just how messy sex would make the bed—Toadette lowered herself into the sheets, only wearing her loose T-shirt. Soon she was joined. Toad used his phone, all while she went after him under the sheets with her feet.

“I am gonna be in Mushroom City starting tomorrow,” he told her. “Treasure, same as the island.”

“If I have to fly my butt over there…”

“You won’t. What’s the worst that can happen?” Seeing her pout, he stroked her cap. “It’s a big, crowded city. If anything occurs, someone will find me.”

“Alive. I want you back home.”

“So you can suck on my toes, huh?”

“Don’t act like you don’t wanna suck these titties all night long,” she sang. “If you’ve got time, you wanna check in on my mom and DT for me?”

“Your mom’s gonna kill me if she finds out about this.”

“She doesn’t own me. Though listen, I know how you guys like to brag about this stuff,” she said, yawning. “If I have people approaching me about how you finally put your dick in me, you’re getting some sweat-juice punch brewed within my flats.”

“Come on, do I really seem that dumb?” he chuckled, quickly typing.

In centre Toad Town, Minh’s eyes were as wide as plates. She nearly dropped her phone down the stairs of her shop.

“Heh, yeah, delete all those messages,” she laughed, doing the same on her end. She then began to dance. “And like that, Toadette’s finally been deflowered! Whoo-hoo! Only took you nineteen friggin’ years, BFF!”

***


The next morning saw sunlight poking through the window, painting Toad’s face in a soft orange. Toadette watched him, her own face just centimetres away, feeling the gentle puff of his breath against her lips. She smiled. The clock read 6:49 AM. It was time for him to wake soon and time for her to see to her duties with the princess.

“Wish I could see you off.” Leaning in, she planted a soft kiss on his cheek. “Toodles.”

She had no idea that his destination, Mushroom City, hosted a threat greater than before.

In the heart of the city, four young figures moved through the early streets, making no effort to conceal their identities. One of them, a silver-haired girl with lips as thick as bubblegum, had her eyes fixed on a cluster of distant buildings.

Separated from the main city by a slender bridge, a towering complex of four coloured structures—red, blue, yellow and green—dominated the horizon. People flowed in and out of them in a mass. This was Block Fort.

“Well at least this joint’s better defended from end to end,” 13-Amp noted, blowing the hair out her eyes. “Ain’t that castle. I’m seeing guards with real-deal weapons, not just pretend.”

“Think they’ll use ‘em?” 9-Volt asked.

“Feeling a fifty-fifty right about now.”

“Ha! Not like they’re gonna do squat against us,” 18-Volt boasted, flexing a bicep that strained against the fabric of his turtleneck. “What exactly we lookin’ for again?”

13-Amp spun around. “Did you seriously fall asleep? Y’all really don’t know?”

Kat raised a hand. “We’re searching for defence plans for the kingdom.”

“Ding, ding, ding! Good answer, Kat!” 13-Amp pointed a finger at the vibrant complex. “Block Fort over there is just begging to be raided. Defence plans, special power-ups rarely seen anywhere else—we’re gonna scoop ‘em all up.”

As she surveyed the target, a surge of confidence ripped through 13-Amp. Breaking in and out of this place? Piece of cake. Resistance? Likely to happen, unlikely to succeed. Still, her smile flickered as Toadette’s image flashed in her mind. What were the odds of her being in Mushroom City on the day of the attack?

Zero, she concluded. Even if Toadette were here, it would be four against one. Besides, 13-Amp could take her down by herself if necessary.

18-Volt adjusted his glasses. “Real talk, they’ve had this coming for a while.”

“Always trying to butt in and dictate what Wario can and cannot do for us,” 9-Volt chimed in. “Hey, if they don’t want us living how we wanna live, why are we even part of this kingdom?”

“This attack won’t change that, not now,” 13-Amp said, plopping onto a nearby bench. “But we’ll put Peach at a massive disadvantage. With Wario getting those stars, we can live how we’ve always wanted to—no more crummy school lunches, no more scraping by.”

“Sounds pretty bleak if you’re part of the main kingdom,” Kat muttered.

“That’s life, kid.” 13-Amp motioned to the ground. “Someone’s gotta be at the bottom, and it ain’t gonna be me or any of us, lemme tell you.”

9-Volt nodded, bumping Kat’s shoulder. “Diamond City’s already better than the main kingdom. We’re gonna be famous for helping make it even greater.”

Kat smiled. “The true heroes of the Mushroom Kingdom, right?”

“Exactly,” 18-Volt agreed, lifting the two onto his shoulders. “Heck, we might make Diamond City so good that the whole kingdom gets renamed to Diamond Kingdom.”

“Or Wario Land,” 9-Volt added. “Either works.”

“And here I was, thinking Ampland would be hot.” 13-Amp pulled out a cigarette and lighter. The blaze glowed brightly in the snowstorm. “Yo, if Mona and those fools don’t end up getting both those stars, we’re gonna have to fight Peach’s goons twice as hard.”

“With Ana and her skills, we shouldn’t have anything to worry about,” Kat reassured. “She’s gotta still be angry about that Toadette lady making us suffer under her… Ugh, her nasty feet.”

13-Amp raised a brow. “Her feet?”

“Yeah, she and that fat girl pinned us down and made us smell their stench. Ana passed out. I fought back, but then…”

13-Amp burst into laughter. Kat’s face turned red.

“You mean you couldn’t just poof away with that ninjutsu stuff?” 13-Amp asked, flicking her half-smoked cigarette into the snow. “Or was y’all secretly diggin’ that aroma?”

“Ew! That is nasty!” Kat exclaimed, recoiling.

“Ain’t no way I’d let some bitch hold me down like that.” 13-Amp slipped off her boots, the thud echoing on the snowy pavement. She flexed her feet, covered in dirty purple socks, and sighed dramatically. “But on the off chance she does roll up, I can’t have you getting soft from some feet. Smell my socks.”

“No!” Kat shook her head repeatedly.

“If these clowns over here haven’t died yet from me going barefoot,” she said, waving to 9-Volt and 18-Volt, “you’ll make it. Hurry it up.”

Kat, swallowing hard, brought 13-Amp’s socked foot to her nose. Instantly she gagged from the feel of the moist fabric on her lips.

If only it ended there. The pungent aroma was a thick fog that stormed her nostrils before she even took a sniff. It made her eyes water. Then her nose twitched. Upon taking the first sniff, colour left her face. Never did Kat dream of having her face pressed against a stale fish, but here she sat, filling her lungs with this salty and sickening essence. As if fish weren’t bad enough, she could sense a little bit of cheese around the big toe. The fermented funk was so dense that she could taste its sourness.

All of this hellish odour, and 13-Amp hadn’t even removed her sock.

“Girl, don’t fuss,” 13-Amp threatened, her toes clamping down on Kat’s nose. “Inhale that musk.”

“I can’t breathe…”

“You can. You’re just choosing not to.” 13-Amp smiled. “Let’s go. A strong ninja can’t be going down in one hit to my toes.”

As 13-Amp’s grip tightened, the pressure forced a heavy wave of stench into Kat’s lungs. Kat’s eyes bulged. She tremored, her stomach lurching as something rose in her throat. As her world spun, she could feel her muscles weakening. Her body stiffened for a second before all tension drained away.

“You took her out!” 18-Volt said, jaw dropped.

“Jeez, somebody wake her up.” 13-Amp sat up, putting her boots back on. “Kat might black out on the big day, so be ready to pick up the slack, a’ight?”

“Right,” the boys said in unison.

13-Amp grinned. Her part of the plan was set, same as Mona’s. Now all that remained was to see what the Scapellis had cooked up for Poshley Heights. And if things got really bad in Mushroom City, her crew could use that family as extra protection. This plan was poised to succeed in every aspect.

She hoped Toadette and her friends would enjoy their week. They’d need all the good vibes they could get before Diamond City’s best unleashed absolute hell on the Mushroom Kingdom.

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Author’s Note:
Don’t you wish you were in Toad’s position, smelling her feet as your balls slap against her skin? Or would you rather be in Toadette’s, getting rammed as your toes are sucked? This was a hard chapter to write, but it was satisfying to finally make her have sex after one hundred chapters. By the way, we made it! We made it to the triple digits. And yet this story is still far from over. For those who’ve stuck by since the beginning especially, thank you.

Enjoy the fun while it lasts, because next week… Star Festival 2.0, that’s all I’m gonna say.


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