Toadette's Story: Book 2

Chapter 90 - The Nylon Forgiveness Barrier

Midnight in Diamond City saw a restless Wario sitting in his wide chair in the meeting room.

He sighed. “Clearly it’s not working, sending one of you at a time.”

“I had that star until those girls got in the way,” 9-Volt said over the telephone line.

“If it’s that little girl with the yellow hair, she’s definitely connected to Peach’s castle. But another mushroom girl… Who the hell could that be?”

“She smelt like a corpse.”

“This is nice and all,” Mona yawned, rubbing Wario’s shoulders, “but what’s our next move supposed to be? Now they don’t even have a radar to give us a hint on where the next star is.”

“That’s the million-coin question,” Wario said, sipping soda. “If I know Peach, no doubt she’s gonna get that clown E. Gadd to fix up her radar. Might even try to bling it out like our current in-progress model. Sure, he’s a brainiac, but we’ve got the Crygors on our side. And they’ve got the original plans. Right, Penny?”

“Correct,” she agreed.

“Still a month of waiting, even with a speed boost,” Mona groaned.

“That works. You can all use that time to train yourselves better so that a mushroom can’t outdo you. Or, better yet, we can try to steal the two stars Peach has managed to steal.”

Mona’s eyes widened. “You want us to commit a robbery in Toad Town?”

“Are you scared?”

“We’re going directly up against the ruler of the kingdom, so yeah, I kinda want some reassurance I won’t end up in—”

“Mona, Mona, Mona,” Wario whispered, stroking the younger girl’s arm. “We’re talking about the same castle that can’t keep the princess safe from a reptile. And you, of all people, are scared to get your hands dirty?”

Mona let out a gasp as Wario pulled her into his face, his tongue wrestling its way down her throat. Between slobbering, he continued to hype her up.

“It’s another action flick. No actor wants to be under a rock and live the same old story again. They want new twists, big stakes and especially new scenes. Toad Town will be your new stage, darling.”

When Wario separated his face from Mona’s, she was left with a twisted expression of delight.

“I can totally hit that low-class city within the month, Wario,” she moaned, licking her lips. “Penny, I’m taking you with me.”

“Somebody!” Penny screamed, her face fully green. “I need my barf bag immediately!”

***

This time nobody would escape. Not with three adults, and definitely not with Toadette present.

Her trust in the little delinquents was so low that she stood in the bathroom while Penelope showered, as well as having Minh do the same for Jasmin. It was humiliating for the girls, but arguing wouldn’t get them anywhere.

Later Toadette leaned against the railing of the second-floor balcony, taking in the night breeze before it’d be her turn to shower.

Tomorrow’s plans were already set. Toad and Toadette would take Penelope and the Ethereal Star back to Toad Town, while the cousins would head to Poshley Heights. Toadette thanked the stars that they didn’t have to leave the kingdom to find Penelope, as her lack of a passport would’ve been a headache to deal with.

The room door creaked open.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

“I threw up five times. Think I’m good now.”

“Hmph.” She tapped her fingers, waiting for some kind of acknowledgement over the events leading up to the battle with 9-Volt. Until she received it, she continued to look into the distance, be it the fabulous neon lights or the chilly desert.

“Hey, I’m sorry.”

Toadette spun around. “What was that about back there? I expected way more discipline from a captain.”

Toad shrugged. “You’re constantly worrying, so I had to make it look like I had things under control. Even in a drunk state.”

“Hitting me in the bar was supposed to stop me from worrying? Was that supposed to be cute? Because all it did was hurt and make me think you’d lost your mind, which you did, considering you sat out the fight.”

“I’ve seen girls slap their guys in bars. It’s usually playful.”

“It’s playful when it’s a tap on the arm.” She sat on the railing. “It’s playful in private. My face was still stinging when we got to that junkyard. And I still feel embarrassed.”

“I said I was sorry, Toadette. What else am I supposed to say?”

Toadette rolled her eyes. An apology only meant so much when she felt he would repeat the same actions in the future.

Toad realised he wasn’t getting through to her. What was he supposed to do? Get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness? There were only a few things that came to mind, and they all seemed like things Toadette wasn’t in the mood for. She had bags under her eyes.

“I’ll rub your feet after you finish showering.”

Toadette scoffed. “That’s how you’re gonna fix this?”

“Well if you’d just tell me what you want, maybe I’d know! I’m not a mind reader!”

“Yelling at me is not the way to go,” she said, landing on the concrete. “If you wanna make it up to me by worshipping my feet, you’re gonna do it my way. Understood?”

Toad shuddered at the thought of where this could lead. But he nodded anyway.

Toadette grabbed his arm and dragged him down to the ground floor. She deliberately slowed her pace, making sure each step in her flats picked up every speck of grit and grime from the motel. In the parking lot, she lifted herself onto the hood of a random car, lifting her legs.

“What are you doing?” Toad asked.

“How about you take off my shoes for me?” Toadette asked back, pulling out her phone.

“Out here?”

“Duh.” She activated her camera.

“Hey! I don’t want anyone seeing me do this, nor do I want you recording me,” he complained. “It’s so...”

“Gross? Yeah, well I didn’t want to be treated like an abused wife and have to fight some tech wizard alone.” She flipped her hair back. “If you don’t want to do this, then you can just go back to the room.”

There was no other way for Toad to gain any forgiveness from Toadette.

He slipped off her right flat, then the left. Toadette’s black nylons were stark against the blue of the car hood. She wiggled her toes, not with a seductive smile but with a stern look. As if she were a teacher about to discipline her student.

“Smell them,” she ordered.

“Toadette…”

“Get your nose in my flats and breathe them in.” She snapped her fingers. “Now!”

Hesitantly Toad hovered the right shoe before his nose. Even centimetres away from it, he could already detect the foul stench that Toadette’s foot left behind. Musky…

But the harder Toadette pierced him with her eyes, the further he plunged his nose into the shoe’s opening. And that was when the real panic set in. Not only was the aroma putrid, but it was heavy, like the air itself had thickened.

And every new breath was a new hell, a fresh wave of rotten cheese entering his nostrils. All he could do was grit his teeth and fight the urge to chuck this shoe—and maybe Toadette herself—halfway across the parking lot.

“Cry me a river,” Toadette sighed, pushing the shoe harder against his face with her foot. “You drank all that vodka in one gulp, so how’s a mild stink killing you?”

“Mild?”

“You need a better sample?” In a single move, Toadette kicked the shoes out of his hands and grabbed his head with her feet. She yanked him forward, wrapping a leg around him so that he’d be forced to inhale the scent of her right foot.

Even through the nylon layer, it was no better. If anything, the nylon only amplified the difficulty.

Sure, he’d given Toadette’s bare feet a sniff before. But this nylon absolutely reeked! “Cheesy” was an understatement. It was unholy. Toad felt like he was being chloroformed, especially with the suffocating stench combining with the dampness seeping through the nylon. Meanwhile, Toadette smiled, scrunching her toes and humming to herself. Even when she took her eyes off of Toad, her foot never stopped its suffocating pressure.

Toad gulped. Sickening as it was, he had to sniff her foot louder to get her attention.

The first loud inhale was a blow to his appetite and pride. That his vision was blurring was bad enough, but the fact that this scene was happening was more embarrassing than having to be rescued by Minh and Toadette. Captain Toad—one of Peach’s most trusted assets. And here he was, in a dingy parking lot, smelling his subordinate’s stinky nylons.

And topping it off, the subordinate was boasting.

“It’s something I’ve learnt about smelly shoes,” Toadette chuckled. “Everyone thinks socks and whatnot keep your feet smelling like roses and perfume. But all that sweat simply soaks its way into those fabrics, cursing them with your essence. And when sweat mixes with fabric, you get an effect sometimes worse than just regular foot funk.”

Toad gagged, now feeling Toadette’s toes worming their way into his mouth.

“Oh, I love wearing my nylons with my flats. But there is this teeny-tiny bit of me that’s satisfied knowing I’m obliterating my insoles with all that raw, acidic sweat.”

Toadette set a finger on her lip, moaning lightly as she wiggled her toes in Toad’s mouth. On her end the nylon layer created an interesting experience; it was as if the sensitivity was both decreased and increased simultaneously. Yet for Captain Toad, it was exactly what one would expect: sucking on a dirty piece of fabric. The saltiness of Toadette’s toes soaked through the nylon, and the natural grime from her flats was the cherry on top of the godawful sundae.

“Will you say something?” she asked. “Anything?”

“What am I supposed to say?” Toad screamed, eyes widening when Toadette jammed her foot further in his mouth. All five toes cut off his sounds in an instant.

“If I have to tell you, you’re completely clueless about me.”

Toad knew exactly what Toadette wanted to hear. Saying those words simply felt like racing up a mountain with a humongous Tox Box tied to his back. He spat her spit-drenched foot out, panting and shivering from the wind.

“Your foot tastes… Ugh, your foot tastes really good, Toadette.”

“I totally believe it when it comes out your mouth.”

“Come on!”

“Don’t ‘come on’ me! Put some work into this, and maybe I’d buy your weak act!”

Growling, Toad grabbed Toadette’s feet by the ankles. If she wasn’t gonna accept any of his attempts before, then he’d unfortunately need to shift things into maximum overdrive.

He kissed the bottom of her feet. It wasn’t once or twice per foot; no, it was various times. While his speed was initially quick, like a bird pecking for food, he eventually slowed down to where his smooches were lasting for two to three seconds. Toadette’s eyebrows exited their slanted state, though she still appeared unimpressed.

But Toad wouldn’t go down without a fight.

First he gave the left foot a sniff. He followed it up with another kiss, then he stuck out his tongue. Running his muscle along Toadette’s nyloned sole was just as awkward as when he gargled her toes, but the fabric provided one advantage: the licks were smooth. If he’d been licking Toadette’s bare foot, he’d have to deal with the naturally rougher texture, as well as the potential for wrinkles. This silky speedway allowed him to glide his tongue across her feet at a pace that even surpassed her abilities.

When Toad sufficiently drenched the left foot, he moved onto the right one, now making his gulps so audible that Toadette couldn’t possibly ignore them. Over a minute passed, and he could glance at Toadette to see that her cheeks were now warming up.

If he could just hold on for a bit longer, things would go excellently.

He kept his lock on her eyes, now tearing off the disposable nylons. Her toes curled upon touching the snowy air, and before they knew it, they were inside a damp cavern again.

As he sucked the toes, he forced his tongue in between them. Even if he knew he would encounter some unwanted salt, hearing her heavy gasp was a sign that he was closer to satisfying her high requirements. And he made sure to go extra slow between the toes. His tongue moved so meticulously and at such a reduced pace that it was like it was trying to clean every little millimetre of her digits.

Then the pace sped up when he was between Toadette’s largest toes. And Toadette’s hands instinctively slid across her groin, with her quick to place them in her pockets.

Her eyes bulged out her skull. She barely squeaked out a word.

The cause? The return of the so-called cheese grater technique. Toad was grazing Toadette’s heel with his teeth, and with even more pressure than what she would do when worshipping the princess. Now being on the receiving end of this action, she couldn’t help but let out little whimpers.

Looks like all that toughness you had is disappearing, isn’t it? Toad sucked on her heel before planting a kiss on it.

While he ran his tongue from her heel to her toes, he also began stroking the tops of her feet. Would it stimulate her even more? One only needed to look at Toadette’s fidgety movements to know the answer. The longer Toad wet her feet, the wider his smirk got, and the more jittery Toadette became.

Her hands were begging her to keep them in her pockets. The Toads were in a parking lot, where anybody could watch them. This was no time or place for naughty time.

And yet Toadette felt her composure breaking. When Toad slipped his tongue between her toes, she gasped. When he bit her foot, she yelped. When he gave her sole the same tongue attention one would give their lollipop, Toadette let out a guttural moan. It was an intense game of tug-of-war between her sexual needs and her common sense.

Squealing, she pulled her right hand out her pocket and began rubbing herself through her pants. Even Toad had to pause at the sudden outburst.

But he continued to lick her feet with a shrug. Now that the nylons were gone and the feet were getting even heavier with his spit, there was no dreadful odour that could kill his vibe. Things were steadily going uphill, with Toad now pleasuring this girl in public.

“Lick my soles…” Toadette threw her head back. The more pressure she applied to her vagina, the tighter her toes curled. “This is way too much…”

Just when it felt like she could come close to climaxing, she snickered.

“No! Toady!” Toadette slammed her elbows on the hood of the car, flailing her legs about.

Laughter filled the air along with the sound of scratching. Toad’s flexible fingers went to work using Toadette’s feet as their playthings. The wetness of her feet only added to her sensitivity, for the girl came within an inch of shattering the windshield.

“I’ve licked your smelly feet long enough, Toadette,” he said, scratching in between her toes. “Am I forgiven or not?”

“Get out of there!” Toadette leaned forward, trying to hit him. She hit the hood with a thud, squirming around and choking on her own laughter. “You’re killing me!”

“It’s a very simple question.” Toad grinned. “Just gotta say the magic word.”

Before Toadette could speak, he dragged his nails up and down her soles six times per second. It was a reward for him, especially after she’d caught him off guard before the trip to Lavalava. But it was a pure nightmare for Toadette, who couldn’t even spit out the words she wished to say. She just giggled like a little girl, tears forming as her feet scrunched and writhed from the attack.

“What are you doing, you motherfuckers?”

Toad immediately retracted his hands, turning to face a large, bearded human. Standing beside him were three children, all of whom seemed curious about what was happening. The man stormed up to the mushrooms and grabbed Toad by the neck.

“I just took this thing to the car wash too!” He tightened his grip on Toad. “And you’re up here getting freaky with each other when we’ve got kids out here? You must’ve lost your damn mind!"

“Sir! Believe me, we were just…”

A fist in the eye sent Toad to the ground. When he looked back up, the man was already rearing to stomp him a new one.

“Hey!” Toadette stood in front of Toad. “Touch him one more time, and things are gonna get real ugly!”

“The hell do you think you’re gonna do?” the man tried to push Toadette to the side.

Toadette threw a kick at him. She gasped when she found herself slamming against the asphalt, feeling the impact through her cap. Two foul-scented objects then struck her in the head before the man kicked her to the side.

“I don’t wanna see that nasty shit again. You’ve got a room; use it, you damn sporeheads.”

Toadette groaned, picking up her shoes. “Think you can get away doing that to—”

“Toadette!” Toad grabbed her arm, shaking his head.

Staring at the human for a tense moment, Toadette flicked him off before following Toad upstairs. Whilst the two made their way to their room, Toadette stopped Toad in his tracks. She pinned him against the wall and pressed her face into his, moaning. Toad raised a brow, but Toadette’s force against his body was so strong that he had no choice but to squeeze her in return.

They couldn’t tell if seconds or minutes had passed, but when Toadette finally pulled away, she said, “That’s the answer.”

“Phew…” Toad might have had the taste of Toadette’s smelly nylon in his mouth, but it was worth it. “Now I can use all the toothpaste on my tongue.”

“Oh please. Give it enough time, and you’re gonna be begging for my toe water,” Toadette chuckled, opening the door to their room.

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Author’s Note:
Since Toadette’s nylons were absent for all of Mushroom City, I’m starting to bring them back for the Ethereal Stars Arc. Exploring her and Toad’s dynamics always makes me happy, with him being much rougher than Minh. We’ll be leaving Neon Heights next week.