Toadette's Story: Book 2

Chapter 122 - Welcome to Rogueport

“Toadette… This is why you don’t book flights at the actual last minute,” Toad sighed, staring at the boarding passes. “Especially you of all people.”

“Well maybe the website shouldn’t have a magic ‘Pick Any Seat’ button that’s bright and glowing.”

“You’re really something.” Minh glared at the seating chart, which was a complete disaster. They were scattered across the entire plane: Toad in row 12, Minh in row 4 and the girls in the back rows, separated by strangers. The aircraft was a cramped economy model with three seats on each side and barely enough legroom for a child—even a Toad-sized child.

Jasmin stood rigid at the gate, her eyes fixed on Minh’s feet. Minh was wearing her usual flip-flops. Jasmin’s gaze didn’t waver, even when the boarding announcement played overhead. She took a deep breath, trying to catch the scent.

“Jazz?” Minh shook her foot. “Eyes up here.”

Jasmin blinked and looked away, blushing.

As they shuffled down the jet bridge, Minh addressed both girls. “It’s six hours. Behave yourselves, okay? If you need anything, I’ll be in—”

“This sucks, Minh-Minh.”

“You’re eleven. You can handle a few hours without me.” Minh smiled. “I know you can.”

Jasmin let out a deep sigh. “We’ll see.”

She trudged towards the back of the room, watching miserably as Minh took her seat several rows up.

Jasmin was sitting in 23C, a middle seat between a nervous Toad boy in thick glasses and an older Koopa woman absorbed in a crossword puzzle. Penelope was three rows behind in seat 26A.

The moment Jasmin sat, the sandals came off. The Toad boy flinched, trying to make himself as small as possible.

Jasmin ignored him. She pulled out her DS—technically borrowed from Penelope—and opened Pictochat.

Twenty minutes into the flight, the seatbelt sign switched off. Jasmin immediately stretched her legs out as far as the confined space would allow, her bare feet pressing against the seat in front of her.

Absentmindedly she kicked the seat twice as she typed a message to Penelope.

This shit sucks. I can’t see Minh-Minh or anyone from here.

Penelope’s reply came quickly. I miss you too.

Jasmin crossed her right leg over her left knee and pulled her foot up into her lap. The smell permeated the air instantly. It was sharp and vinegary, with an underlying hint of rotten cheese. She felt her nose twitch. Without thinking, she dug her thumbnail between her big and second toes, scraping out a thick chunk of darkened gunk.

She stared at it for a moment then typed. Ew… Didn’t know my toe jam was this bad.

Is it crusty or slimy? Penelope asked.

Jasmin rubbed it between her thumb and finger. It had the consistency of wet paste.

Like mashed potatoes left in the sun. Soft crusty, I guess.

Penelope took a moment before replying. I should be vomiting… Why do I want to see it?

Jasmin looked down at her feet. They were covered in corns and calluses, with a fine layer of sandal dust coating them. She wiggled her toes and watched a bit of grime fall onto the already stained carpet. Then she scratched the sole of her left foot with her nails, gathering dead skin.

She drew a confused face and sent it. Penelope responded with a drawing of a long tongue sticking out.

That’s right… You have that foot fetish thing.

Penelope sent back a happy face. Can I rub your feet someday?

Jasmin paused. She had to steady her breathing. Maybe? I’m pretty picky about who touches my feet, sorry.

I’ll be gentle with them.

Jasmin shrugged and drew herself doing the same. I’ll think about it, promise. Just know they’re disgusting right now. I don’t see at all what you see in them.

Man, I really, really, really wanna give your sandals another whiff. I think I can handle it this time.

Jasmin chuckled. Hell no, you can’t. My feet reek so bad.

As she typed, she shifted positions, curling up tightly and resting her heels on the left armrest. Her toes were now centimetres from the Toad boy. He had been staring at the aisle, but now his eyes darted towards her foot, specifically the cracks on her heels and the buildup between her toes.

He gagged and clapped a hand over his mouth.

A flight attendant came down the aisle with a cart, distributing small bags of peanuts and cookies, as well as plastic cups of soda. The Toad boy requested lemon cola. The attendant poured it out and passed it to him then moved to Jasmin.

“Anything for you, miss?”

“No thanks,” Jasmin muttered, eyes still on her DS.

The boy set his drink on the tray table in front of him and opened his pretzels. Jasmin barely registered it, too focused on her conversation with Penelope. She flexed her toes, stretching them out, and a fresh wave of foot odour wafted towards the boy. His face went pale.

Then Jasmin reached down and scratched between her toes again, dislodging another clump of toe jam. She rolled it between her fingers then, without looking, flicked it.

It landed in the boy’s soda with a plop.

He didn’t notice. He was too busy trying not to breathe through his nose. Jasmin glanced over just as he raised the cup to his lips and took a sip.

She suppressed a smirk.

She settled back into her slouch and kicked the seat in front of her again. A muffled voice from the other side groaned. “Can you stop that?”

But continuing to be lost in her conversation, Jasmin merely stuck her bare foot between the gap in the seats ahead, right at eye level for the passenger in row 22. The middle-aged Toad woman in that seat recoiled immediately.

“Excuse me!” she hissed, twisting around. “Can you please keep that to yourself?”

“I’m just stretching, puta,” Jasmin muttered, pulling her foot back. She sent another message to Penelope: I’m not even doing anything, and someone’s complaining.

Maybe your feet are freaking them out.

Good. Should keep them from talking with me.

The Toad boy next to her finally spoke. “Could you…maybe put some socks on?”

Jasmin turned to him, her expression flat. “No. My feet need to breathe.”

“But they… They smell really bad.”

Heat rushed to Jasmin’s face. Not from embarrassment but from indignation. “They do not.”

“They smell like they’re rotting. Please just put them away.”

Jasmin’s jaw tightened. She sent a frantic message to Penelope. The boy next to me is bitching about my feet. He says they stink.

Penelope’s reply came swiftly. Don’t be embarrassed. He should feel so lucky to be close to them. Show him what he’s missing.

Tease him, you mean?

You’re the genius. You know what to do. Penelope left an extra smiley face.

Jasmin stared at the screen for a moment then slowly turned her attention back to the boy. She planted both feet flat on the floor, right at the edge of his space. Then she started flexing her toes, curling and uncurling them deliberately.

The boy’s eyes darted down, then back up, then down again.

Jasmin typed quickly. He’s sweating bullets right now.

Keep going, Jazz!

Jasmin extended her right foot, letting her toes point directly towards the boy’s seat. She wiggled them hypnotically. The vinegary stench intensified.

“Stop—”

“Stop what?” Jasmin’s voice was innocent. “I’m just sitting here.”

“Your foot is literally in my face!”

“No, it’s not.” She wiggled her toes again. “It’s in my own space.”

“You smell like a hobo!” His voice rose, loud enough that a few passengers turned to look.

“Then don’t breathe through your nose,” Jasmin snapped.

The boy reached out and shoved her foot away.

“¡Oye!” Jasmin shrieked, jerking her foot back. “Don’t touch my feet!”

“Then get them out of my face!” the boy yelled, his face red. “You reek!”

“I do not!” Jasmin’s voice went shrill. To prove her point, she slammed her feet onto the armrest between them, wiggling her grime-covered toes centimetres from his nose. “I’m trying to relax!”

The boy tried to shove her feet again. Jasmin snapped. She growled, grabbed his wrist and twisted it. Her nails dug in hard enough to make him scream.

“Stop! Touching! My! Fucking! Feet! I’m picky about that!”

“Jasmin!” Toad’s voice cut through the chaos. He squeezed past an elderly Goomba in the aisle, his face a mix of frustration and exhaustion. He looked from Jasmin’s stubborn, flushed face to the pale, trembling boy. “Just what the hell is wrong with you?”

Jasmin released the boy’s wrist and crossed her arms. “Trying to relax on my vacation.”

Thirty minutes later, following tense negotiations between Toad, Minh and a flight attendant involving several annoyed passengers, the entire group had agreed to swap seats and were now seated together in the last two rows of the plane. Jasmin was now nestled between Penelope and Minh, while Toad and Toadette sat directly in front of them.

“She’s real lucky.” Toad looked drained, his hand on his cap. “Her condition was the only way we could claim this was a medical episode.”

Minh turned and pinched Jasmin’s cheek. “Was it really that hard to behave, Jasmin de la Rosa?”

Jasmin felt a small chill run down her spine. Minh never used her full name unless she was genuinely upset.

“Being barefoot? I don’t care about that.” Minh leaned closer. “Kicking chairs? Shoving your feet in someone’s face when they’re uncomfortable? Hitting someone? No. Just no.”

“Look on the bright side, Minh-Minh.” Jasmin put on a cute smile, leaning her head on Minh’s shoulder and purring. “We’re all together now. I just helped fix your best friend’s mistake.”

“The more I have to deal with you,” Toadette muttered while reading a magazine, “the more I understand why Sofia struggles raising you.”

Jasmin scoffed. “You know nothing about my life, okay? Absolutamente nada.”

“I know more than you think, Incest Princess.”

Jasmin’s jaw dropped. “What…did you just call me?”

Minh groaned. “Toadette, stop! Can’t we all for once just act nice?”

“Who just made the biggest scene on this plane all because she couldn’t sit next to her cousin? Exactly.”

The rest of the flight passed in silence. But Toadette’s comment lingered in Jasmin’s head, drowning out the roars of the engine. Incest Princess…

***

Six hours later, the moonlight illuminated the docks of Rogueport. The port town was smaller than Toad Town, yet denser and far more tangled. Brick buildings leaned against each other as though they were drunk. Despite the town’s reputation, the western side was immaculate. There wasn’t a single cigarette butt on the cobblestones, nor obscene graffiti marring the walls.

“See? Clean.” Toadette stepped onto the sidewalk with relief. “And this is why we’re sticking to the west side.”

“What exactly is on the east side?” Penelope asked, peering past the crowd of Toads and Goombas walking about.

“There’s that curiosity,” Toad chuckled. “Penelope, you just got off a slave ship. The east side makes that ship look like a tea party. You still wanna cross over?”

Penelope stiffened, shaking her head rapidly.

“Makes no difference.” Jasmin shrugged. “What could be worse at this point?”

“Jazz.” Minh grabbed her by the shoulders. “For the love of all that is holy, don’t even think about going to that side.”

Jasmin looked towards the east. The view was blocked by dense foliage and the sheer number of people—mostly Toads and Goombas but also a few Piantas in tailored suits, watching the crowd with folded arms. One of them caught her staring and adjusted his shades. She looked away quickly.

“I’m dead serious, Jazz.” Minh’s pitch dropped. “I know what I’m talking about. We’ve all been here before, right?”

“Had to rough up a few Goombas who tried to mug me.” Toadette nodded. “They learnt quickly not to screw with me.”

“If they’re rough with someone of my amazing status,” Toad boasted, gesturing to himself, “imagine how violent they’d get with two vulnerable little girls.”

Penelope gulped. “Got it. No east side.”

“Good. Especially dressed the way you are.” Toad played with the cap on Penelope’s head. “Toadette, why did you let her leave the castle like this? A cap, a T-shirt, a skirt and stirrup tights?”

Penelope’s cheeks flared.

“She needed freedom.” Toadette crossed her arms. “Don’t be mean.”

“You let her call all the attention to herself.”

“Guys, she’ll be fine. As soon as we’re inside.” Minh guided the group.

The inn was located on a corner, sandwiched between a pawn shop and a restaurant that reeked of alcohol. Inside, however, it was surprisingly cosy. There was warm lighting and polished wooden floors, and one could hear the hum of vending machines off to the side. It smelt of old books.

While it wasn’t the five-star luxury of the Mushroom Kingdom Hotel in Mushroom City, there was a certain charm to it.

Toadette approached the front desk. A young Toad man looked up from a newspaper and folded it.

“How may I help you?”

“I’m looking for this Amini T. girl.” Toadette adjusted her glasses. “She still works here?”

“You want the boss?” He raised a brow. “She’s busy at the moment.”

“It’s midnight. Can’t she just not be busy?”

He stared at her, unblinking.

Minh stepped forward, nudging Toadette aside. “Call her. Tell her Minh T. from Toad Town is here to see her. We’ll wait.”

The man picked up the phone, dialled a number and spoke quietly. After a minute, he hung up and opened his mouth to respond.

Heavy footsteps clacked across the polished floor. Minh barely had time to turn around before she was hit by a blur. She tumbled backwards with a yelp. Atop her was another Toad girl with orange spots, short brown hair and a smile so wide it looked painful.

“You’re still so squeezable!” Amini T. squealed, wrapping her arms around Minh. “What’cha doin’ here tryin’ to sneak up on me like that?”

Minh giggled breathlessly. “Last-minute plans.”

“So how long you gonna be here?” Amini leaned closer, dropping her voice to a whisper. “You’re looking like a snack, sister. Yum.”

Minh’s face flushed. “Thanks, but I’m not actually staying here for more than one night.” She gestured towards the others. “The kids are.”

She explained the arrangement as efficiently as possible: while the adults headed to Twilight Town, Amini would take care of Jasmin and Penelope. There was no mention of the Ethereal Star or other unnecessary details.

Amini nodded along enthusiastically, barely listening. Then she gasped and reached for Penelope.

“Look at these chubby cheeks!” She lunged forward. “You’re such a lil’ cutie!”

Penelope shrieked and scrambled behind Toadette’s legs. She trembled.

Amini froze mid-lunge.

“They’ve been through a lot,” Minh sighed. “They might not be warm to touches like that, okay?”

“Oh.” Amini straightened. “Sorry, little human. No squeezing.”

Penelope peeked out from behind Toadette, still shaking. Jasmin crossed her arms, watching Amini carefully.

Amini turned to Toad next. “Ooh, someone’s gotten beefier since I’ve last seen him. Look at those muscles!”

“You know her?” Toadette asked, frowning.

“Don’t tell me you’re surprised I get around,” he chuckled, flexing.

“This your little sister? I thought she was still in school.” Amini extended a hand to Toadette. “Amini T. Nice to meet you.”

“More like a special friend.” Toad’s grin widened. “Very close friends, we are.”

“I see.” Amini leaned into Toadette’s ear, whispering loud enough for others to hear. “Has he let you peg him yet?”

Toad’s eyes bulged. Toadette tilted her head.

“I don’t know what that means.” Her eyes narrowed. “And no one wants to tell me.”

“It’s deep fun. Just ask him,” Amini snickered, winking at Toad. She spun to Minh next. “What about you, Minh? Have you—”

“Of course not!” Minh slapped a hand over Amini’s mouth. Her face was bright red. “Please don’t forget we’ve got kids in the room.”

Jasmin glared at Minh. Penelope was completely confused.

“My bad!” Amini pulled back, laughing. She tapped on the desk. “They won’t need separate rooms. The girls are staying with me.” She looked back at the group. “And as for you three, no harm in sharing some space with me tonight, right?”

“We can afford our own room. Right next door would be nice, please.” Toadette handed her the money.

Amini led them upstairs, chattering the entire way about how provisions were tougher given the Mushroom Kingdom’s financial situation. It was another cold reminder to Toadette that Wario’s plot didn’t just affect the targeted cities.

Amini’s own room was small but comfortable, with two beds, a sofa and a kitchenette.

The adult group’s room was opposite hers, sporting a similar layout.

“So!” Amini clapped her hands together. “We’re gonna have so much fun tomorrow, girls! I know all the best spots ‘round this place, and…”

Jasmin and Penelope yawned simultaneously. They leaned against each other like two exhausted puppies.

Minh patted their heads. “Wasn’t the cleanest plane, girls. Quick shower, then bed.”

“Don’t need to shower,” Yasmin sighed.

“I’m so tired I’m not even hungry,” Penelope moaned, removing her cap and shirt as if already in the bathroom.

“I’ll make sure they’re good,” Minh said, waving to Toad and Toadette. “You guys wanna get some early shuteye?”

“Man, my feet are killing me.” Toadette kissed Penelope on the forehead before hugging her. “Remember, I’m still here, okay? You’ll be alright.”

Penelope nodded wearily. “Goodnight, Mother.”

Toad did a double take. “Mother?”

“Oh! Miss Toadette.” Penelope’s eyes widened. “Goodnight, Miss Toadette.”

Toadette giggled. “Sweet dreams.”

Once she shut the door, she allowed the heat to enter her cheeks. Her movements became jittery as she unlocked their room. Toad noticed but said nothing. He just let out a big yawn and stretched.

“Don’t tell Peach I said this, but you really are Penelope’s mom.”

“I know.” She leaned against the wall. “Sad when the street bum spawn cares more for a kid than the royal parent, isn’t it?”

She kicked off her flats, one after the other. The room instantly got a new air freshener. Toad’s nose twitched. Toadette stretched her legs out, wiggling her toes inside the damp nylon. Then she looked up at him with a finger on her lips.

“Well…” She licked her lips slowly. “Wanna play?”

“I’m exhausted, Toadette.”

“So am I.” She rolled one foot over the arch of the other, massaging herself through the fabric. She then shuffled closer to Toad until they were chest to chest.

She placed one foot on top of his, pressing down gently.

“Know what makes me extra sleepy, Toady?” She grabbed his shoulders. “A good orgasm.”

Toadette pressed her lips to Toad’s. A quiet moan escaped her as she rose onto her toes. When she pulled back, her eyes were heavy-lidded.

“Gonna make your move?” she whispered. “Or are you gonna keep staring at me?”

Toad’s hands went to her waist. In one smooth move, he picked her up and pushed her against the wall. She gasped. His lips crashed into hers. This time, she was fully prepared for more.

Her lips parted.

His tongue ventured in. Rather than pulling away like she used to, Toadette welcomed him. She allowed him to explore every bit of her mouth. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. A soft whimper rose from deep within her.

He swirled his tongue around hers, coaxing it to move.

She shivered. The sensation was intense. The smooth, slightly textured tongue going deeper into her mouth; the warmth of his body pinning her to the wall; the way he held her so tightly… It was overwhelming. Her tongue finally responded. It started cautious then became bolder as pleasure built up in her.

“Man, you’re delicious.” Toad pulled back just a little to talk. He kissed the tip of her nose. “Glad you’re getting more open to me catching a sample of your mouth.”

“You tolerate my feet, and I tolerate you giving me a mouth inspection,” she panted. “Fair exchange, yeah?”

Toad carried her to the bed and set her down. He resumed kissing her. This time he stroked up and down her sides. Toadette’s toes curled against the sheets. Each warm breath that fanned across her face sent shivers down her spine. Her hands moved of their own accord, sliding up to cup her breasts through her shirt. She squeezed gently, rolling her nipples between her fingers. With every kiss and touch, she could feel the slickness growing.

“Can you stick out your tongue?” Toad’s voice had softened.

Toadette obeyed without hesitation. Her tongue slipped past her lips.

Toad wrapped his mouth around it, sucking gently. His head bobbed in a slow motion, drawing her in and releasing her again. Toadette gripped and pulled him closer until there was no space left between them. She was desperate for more pressure.

Then came a knock at the door.

She jerked back with a frustrated groan. “Can’t they see we’re busy?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s Minh.”

“Oh.” Toadette wiped her mouth and crossed to the door, yanking it open. “They asleep?”

“At least in bed.” Minh stepped inside, dropping her bag on the floor. “Why does your face smell like spit?”

“How can you even notice that?”

“Pretty distinct smell, Toadette.” Suddenly Minh pressed her palm against Toadette’s crotch. She curled her fingers. “Did I interrupt someone’s kissing session?”

“You did,” Toad called from the bed, sprawled against the pillows.

“Hey, ain’t my fault if you couldn’t wrap that up in twenty or thirty minutes.”

Toadette blinked. Was that how long we were going for?

“But now that I’m here…” Minh peeled off her shirt then unhooked her bra. Her heavy breasts came free. She cupped them and pinched her nipples between her fingers until they stiffened. “Let’s have a party. I think we’re due one after all we’ve been through.”

Toadette swallowed hard, unable to look away. There was something hypnotic about the way Minh touched herself so confidently.

“Did you have something in mind?” she asked.

“With you already making out with him, it seems like you did. But I know how we can start off.” Minh put her hands behind her head, licking her lips. “You guys wanna suck these titties?”

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Author's Note:
This was going to be the last chapter of 2025; one more is coming next week. It’s spicy, so get ready to start touching yourself again. I asked fans in my server for ideas on what a kid might do on a plane to be annoying. Jasmin might seem out of character being so rude, but remember she’s been consistently ruder to others than Penelope since the start. Separate her from her love interest cousin while she’s stressed, and well…you get thick toe cheese in your drink.