Toadette's Story: Book 2

Chapter 128 - A Super Warrior Appears

Toadette’s heavy breathing was the only sound in the steeple.

“This is the fifth time in a row Wario has beaten us to the punch,” she growled. “How can somebody so dumb be so many steps ahead of us?”

Vivian tapped her chin. “For the life of me, I can’t figure out where this Wario guy would be.”

“It’s probably not Wario himself,” Minh interjected. “He nearly got busted for violating his house arrest back on Full Moon Island. I doubt he’d risk showing his face again so soon.”

“There’s a pattern, though,” Toad noted. “He never sends the same person twice in a row. That means we’re dealing with either Kat and Ana or that crazy Mona girl.”

“Kat and Ana would make the most sense,” Toadette said. “It’d explain the speed we saw.”

“Still emotionally traumatised over here,” Doopliss called out, slowly gathering his tissue into a pile. “Just so everyone remembers.”

Vivian pointed at him. “You know where they’d be heading next?”

“I only concern myself with what happens in my territory. But I have seen that blurring figure you mentioned. Thought it was some freak of nature. Didn’t seem worth pursuing.”

“Where did you see them?”

“Let me get a proper apology first, and then maybe I’ll share.”

“How about this for motivation?” Toadette stepped forward with her fist raised.

“Careful, sweetheart. I’m plenty dangerous when I want to be.” He leaned back in his chair. “Now then, if the thick piggy over there would be so generous as to let me play with that booty for a bit, I’ll forgive your little home invasion. And I’ll throw in some extra intel.”

Minh grimaced. “You nearly caved my skull in, you creep.”

“You broke into an innocent man’s private chambers.” He lifted his hands. “Who wronged whom, really?”

“You don’t have to do this, Minh.” Toadette grabbed her arm. “We don’t need—”

“You get five minutes. That a good enough consolation?”

“Picky thing, aren’t you?” He shrugged. “But a win’s a win.”

Minh shuddered. She approached him, seeing his sheet immediately begin to tent. She turned around and lifted her dress, exposing her sweat-frosted butt.

“Oh yes,” Doopliss breathed, his hands immediately going to squeeze her. “Heavier than a Thwomp! Look at this meaty thing!”

Minh’s face twisted in revulsion. “Just hurry…” Her voice got quieter. “And stop calling me…”

“You’re thick enough to block out the Moon!”

She could feel her soul leaving her.

“Now just get lower… Lower…” He let out a chortle as her weight crushed him. “Fantastic…”

***

Ashley sat in her ornate chair like a queen.

At her feet, a Twilighter knelt with bound wrists. Ashley hovered one heavy, mud-caked boot mere centimetres from his face. The silhouette of her heel cast a shadow over his trembling features.

“Take it off.”

His hands trembled as he pulled it off. As the boot slid off, the atmosphere changed. Her pallid foot was covered in streaks of soot, thick grime between the toes and a dusting of ash.

“Start cleaning.” She pressed her other boot down, forcing his head lower. “And do try to keep your stomach contents to yourself.”

He hesitated, then his tongue met the grimy sole. The taste was bitter. He worked between her toes before scraping grime from her heel with his teeth. The act was humiliating, yet a perverse honesty lived in that filth. She smelt real, as if she’d not seen a bath for months. And yet this wasn’t voluntary servitude.

“Slower. Each dirty toe deserves attention.”

“Yes, Miss Ashley.” He took her big toe into his mouth, groaning as the chains tightened.

Ignoring his suffering, Ashley sighed as she took a handful of soup from the cauldron and slurped it down. Droplets of the broth splashed onto her dress.

Below her, another captive was serving as a human footstool. Every time the woman’s spine buckled under the weight, Ashley adjusted her position, digging her heels into the woman’s shoulder blades.

“Miss Ashley, may I be released? My back…”

“And what about it?”

“Please… It’s been an hour…”

“An hour? My, how time flies when you’re being useful.” Ashley waited until she felt the woman’s back giving out completely. She looked at the other Twilighter. “Darkly. Your spine looks sturdier. Don’t disappoint me when collapsing. I hate it when my furniture fails.”

“For how long?”

“Until I say otherwise.” She pinched his nose between her toes and pushed his head down.

Red appeared in a puff of flame, undoing Eve’s bindings and chuckling at Darkly.

“Better you than me, pal,” he chirped. “Once Ashley’s funk gets into your pores, that’s it. You need weeks to wash it out. I’ve seen flowers wilt just because she walked past them, dragging that awful…”

Ashley cleared her throat. Red stiffened.

“That awesome aroma! They’re just too weak to handle her.”

He took a performative sniff near her darkened toes. His cheeks inflated instantly, and he clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Mmm… Authentic! That’s what I’d call it. Very…earthy.”

Ashley yawned. “You know you’re close when someone can describe the essence of your feet so vividly.”

“Just wait until Wario’s got those stars. Your feet are gonna be famous for two things: ruining this town’s holiday and being the biggest, grimiest dogs in the kingdom.”

“It’s invigorating…” She reached into her greasy hair, pinched a louse and crushed it between her teeth with a pop. She flicked the legs into her cauldron. “Once this tradition fails, this town drops from twilight to dusk.” She stirred the murky liquid. “Another missed cycle? It gets darker. And darker. And darker.”

“How dark are we talking here?”

“Dark enough to make my soul look like a sun-drenched meadow.”

“Yeah, darkness forever! Awesome!” another voice yelled.

The atmosphere was shattered when Cricket somersaulted through the air and landed in Ashley’s lap. The impact made her yelp. Several Twilighters flinched, anticipating a furious response, but Ashley merely gritted her teeth.

“Missed me?” He planted a kiss on her cheek.

“I missed the silence.” She wiped the saliva from her face. “Are my new potential friends still secure? Where are they?”

“My speed alone has them paralysed with fear in the fields!”

“Cricket.” Ashley’s eye twitched. “Somebody needs to actually watch them.”

“I’ll handle it,” Red sighed, shivering as he took one last whiff of the room. “At least the air out there can’t make me dizzy.”

He vanished in a cloud of smoke.

Cricket grinned. “You’re cute when you’re all serious.”

“You know to never call me that…”

Without warning, Cricket shoved a bare, calloused foot towards her face. Ashley scoffed, but her resistance was half-hearted. As the scent of his skin with her, her hands clamped around his ankle.

“You’re…drenched. This is beyond what I imagined…”

“Just finished another sprint.” He wiggled his toes against her nose. “You can sniff them as long as you want before we get to the best part.” He pulled out a jar of peanut butter, and his smile widened. “It’s been so long…”

“I know…” She took another deep breath, her grip tightening possessively. “Just let me have this first.”

That crooked, predatory smile returned to her face.

“Eve,” she said as her eyes drifted shut. “You have ten minutes to rub my foot before Red returns you to the fields. Don’t leave me disappointed in that time, please.”

Eve nodded quickly, her hands working faster on Ashley’s foot, which was still propped on Darkly’s back.

My babies must be worried sick… Mommy will be back. She hopes.

***

“Piggy this, piggy that…” Minh had been pouting for the past several minutes. “If I hear one more comparison about how I’m built, I am going to—”

“I’m sorry,” Toad chuckled. “I lost it when he said, ‘It’s like putting a sausage into a Tox Box.’”

“Keep it up and you’ll be choking on my dirty toes tonight, Toad.”

“Minh, have you ever actually looked at yourself?” Toadette’s voice was gentle.

“Yeah. And compared to you two twigs, I’ve got enough extra to build a third person.” She spun on her toes. “But hey, calories love me too much to let go.”

“There’s no shame in being fat. Just means there’s more of you to be loving.”

Minh’s teeth gritted. Her neck craned towards Vivian, who was plucking fruit behind them.

“I’ve got a super skinny sister and a super fat one. Then there’s me in the middle.” Vivian tossed Minh some fruit. “The fat one’s healthy as heck. Beats me in both muscles and magic.”

“That’s you. I’m different.”

“Your fatness clearly isn’t an obstacle for your stamina if you made it this far.”

“Could you maybe not say that word around her?” Toadette asked. “The F-word.”

“Got it. Your fatness clearly isn’t an obstacle for you if you made it to this point, Minh.” Vivian gave her a cute smile and a kiss.

“Points for effort.” Toad patted Minh on the back. “Be flattered. The sheet freak is gonna commission a whole picture of you. You’ll be the sexiest big girl in the gallery.”

Minh took a deep breath, zipped her lips and continued on.

It’s a compliment, Minh… Breathe… You’ve survived so far…

North of the Creepy Steeple, they found a tranquil pool under a small waterfall. Toad tested the water then nodded. It was cold, but after hours of trudging through the dirt, they didn’t care.

Minh sighed as the cold washed away the grime on her body. She and Toadette were very careful not to ruin their makeup.

“We’re not gonna die from this temperature, right?” Toadette asked.

“It’ll be freezing tonight.” Vivian wrung out her hair. “But I can make us a fire.”

“Tonight?” Minh squinted at the gathering crows. “It’s night already?”

“Between nine and ten,” Vivian yawned.

“I’ll never get used to these skies,” Toadette muttered, climbing out and drying herself off. “We’ll get some sleep, then we’re northbound for Wario.”

Once done, Toad pitched a tent clearly meant for one. The four were crammed inside.

Minh was out instantly, twitching and mumbling to herself. “Jazz… Jasmin… It’s okay…”

But Toadette couldn’t sleep. Vivian’s warmth helped, but the cold bit through the seams. She nestled into Toad’s neck, her mind racing with thoughts of Doopliss and Wario’s goons.

“Hey, witch,” Toad whispered. “Is fire and shadow all you got? Magic-wise?”

“Of course not,” Vivian murmured. “They’re just my specialities.”

“Hypothetical question: can you sense life? Like how some magic users detect people’s presence?”

“Mmm-hmm… Why?” Vivian’s words were slurring together now.

“Gonna have to remember that for when we get back to Rogueport.”

Toadette yawned. “What do you…?”

“You can barely talk. Get some sleep, okay?” He kissed her cheek.

“Love…you…too…” And just like that, Toadette was out.

Toad smiled, stroking her hair. He pulled her in closer before turning his attention to Vivian.

“So look, this is why I’m asking you all of this…”

***

Jasmin lay sprawled on the bed, flipping through a parenting magazine that she’d taken from the lobby. Her eyes skimmed the cheerful advice columns.

Morning sunlight cut through the inn’s windows. Penelope sat cross-legged in front of the boxy TV, locked onto Rogueport’s news broadcasts: sunny weather, escalating violence in the east, investigations into lottery tampering and a body found in the harbour.

“You gonna switch to something less depressing?” Jasmin asked.

“Shh.” Penelope cranked the volume higher.

Amini emerged from the bathroom, tightening her apron. She froze at the sight of Penelope’s intense focus. “Sweetie, why are you watching this?”

“I like learning about new places.” Penelope’s eyes never left the screen. “I don’t get to leave home much. Rogueport sure is different.”

“I see.” Amini checked her nearly empty purse and sighed. “Double shift today. Please stay in the inn, okay? No wandering outside.”

“We got it,” Penelope said.

Amini ruffled her hair. “There’s food in the fridge. Help yourselves.”

The door clicked shut. Penelope counted down to ten. Then she muted the volume.

“The Trouble Centre.” She turned to face Jasmin. “They won’t shut up about it. It’s like a job board but—”

“For criminals to hire more criminals.” Jasmin tossed the magazine aside. “Yeah, I caught that.”

“Which means they’re swimming in coins.” Penelope pressed her fingers together. “That’s where we’re going.”

“Rob the crime hub? Genius plan.”

“I’m not robbing it like some idiot.” Penelope spun around. “I’m being smart about this.”

They waited until the shift change at the front desk. The window was narrow. Penelope timed it perfectly.

“Now,” she hissed.

They slipped through the lobby like shadows, keeping low behind the furniture. The door had no chime like what one would expect in Toad Town. Outside, they pressed against the building’s façade. Their hearts hammered.

The clean western streets gave way to cracked cobblestones as they moved east. Graffiti-drawn profanity took up the walls. Jasmin crushed a tiny rock between her toes.

“We’re so fucked,” she whispered.

“You can go back anytime.”

“I’m not letting you do this alone, stupid.”

“Aw, you care about me.” Penelope let out a small chuckle. “Just try to keep up.”

The eastern district reeked of urine and rotting garbage baking in the sun. A scarred Bandit leaned against a wall, picking his teeth with a knife blade. His eye tracked their movement. Near the bar, two Goombas hurled obscenities at each other over a paper dice game. A Bob--omb watched them from the second-storey window, silhouetted.

“So where exactly is this place?” Jasmin asked.

Penelope pointed towards a striking building at the eastern end. A well-dressed Pianta emerged from the heavy door, lugging a fat bag of coins. The clinking was audible even from their far distance.

“Another mission complete,” he chuckled to an approaching Pianta. “Even faster than… Hey. It’s that punk who still owes us!”

Jasmin froze in her steps.

“Came out at the wrong time.” The other one cracked his knuckles. “New reminder to set.”

Without warning, they charged a walking Bob-omb. The shouts got louder as they pounded into him senselessly. The Bob-omb cried out for his mother, only to be kicked into a stack of crates, where the Piantas continued to give chase.

“Rude,” Penelope scoffed. “Just give a reminder. Why do they have to be so mean?”

“Penelope,” Jasmin squeaked, “people are definitely gonna spot two kids the second we walk in there.”

“Yep.” Penelope scanned the area. She turned on her heel and walked back towards the town’s centre before pivoting to the south. The rickety docks stretched over the dirty water, groaning with each wave. She dragged Jasmin around a corner and to the edge.

Voices drifted from above as the two descended an unstable staircase.

“So we’re taking a back route?” Jasmin peered into the choppy waters. She shuddered. “You know, thanks for not being dumb enough to just waltz through the front door.”

“Miss Toadette wouldn’t be that dumb, right?” Penelope grinned.

“If we’re careful, we might actually pull this off.” Jasmin crouched low, her bare toes splayed against the surface. “But if we die, I’m gonna haunt you forever.”

“Fine by me.”

Penelope dropped first. Her feet slammed onto a lower dock with a thud that rattled the wood. She stumbled and caught herself. The water below reeked of stale salt and something dead.

Jasmin landed beside her more gracefully, immediately gagging.

“Smells like your feet,” Penelope giggled. Her eyes remained alert. “You should be used to it.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Jasmin flicked her nose hard, but a faint smile cracked through her grimace. “My feet smell like roses compared to this shithole.”

“Don’t make me want another sniff, Jazz.” Penelope tiptoed forward, careful with each step. “I’ll lead. Stay close.”

***

The morning moon did little to ease the ache in Toadette’s bones. She picked at a half-eaten bag of chips as she watched Minh and Toad sleep. But suddenly a jolt of awareness brought her to her feet. Vivian was nowhere to be found.

She quickly ran outside, numb to the feeling of pebbles getting trapped in her fishnets.

Vivian sat by the waterfall’s pool. Her toes were dipped into the water, stirring the surface.

“You’re up early.” Toadette plopped down beside her.

“I can’t stop thinking about yesterday. What you guys kept talking about.” Vivian flexed her toes.

“What?”

“Feet. You’re all obsessed in some way. Minh loves them, Toad hates them, and you’re caught somewhere in between.” Vivian glanced over with a soft smile. “I got curious. What does it feel like to have someone play with them the way you describe?”

“It tickles. The taste varies.” Toadette’s tone was flat. “It’s a weird sensation all around.”

“If it’s so nice, maybe it would help with all that tension you’re carrying. How does that sound?” Vivian’s smile deepened. “A little release before we continue?”

“Better to keep moving. Every minute we waste gives Wario the advantage.”

“But you can’t work at your best when you’re wound so tightly.”

“I don’t have a choice.” Toadette stood up. “Maybe I’ll entertain myself with a spa trip after the fact.”

An hour later, the others were awake. Minh was hunched over their radar, playing with its dial. She tossed it down with a frustrated groan.

“Totally fried out here.”

“There’s a bright side to that.” Toad was on his fiftieth push-up. “If ours is malfunctioning, then Wario’s is too. We’ve got a level playing field.”

Vivian watched the assault planning with growing unease. They’d been focused on nothing but the mission since Twilight Town. There was no break. They’ll burn out like supernovas. There’ll be nothing but ash before the real fight even begins.

“If we face Kat and Ana again, we can’t pin them the same way,” Toadette said.

“Your feet can stink on command. You’re fine,” Toad scoffed.

“Maybe the four of us can stomp on them together,” Minh suggested. “Eight feet at once? That’s bound to knock ‘em out.”

“Yeah, but aren’t they nature lovers?” Toad asked. “For all we know, they’d chow down on all this dirt for fun.”

“Wouldn’t that be shocking.” Toadette looked at Vivian. “We’re heading out soon.”

“Right now?” Vivian gasped.

“Soon. Jeez, I gotta repeat myself now?” Toadette rolled her eyes. “Five to ten minutes.”

Five to ten minutes… More than enough time to get her to wind down. All of them.

“Would you three look here?”

“For what?” Toad groaned. “You spot something?”

Vivian locked eyes with him immediately. Her posture shifted. She began to sway her hips from side to side, bouncing lightly on her toes.

“What…are you doing?” Toadette asked.

“She’s dancing,” Minh said. “Maybe she’s nervous?”

Vivian pressed a hand to her lips and blew hard. A burst of pink mist rushed across the field and exploded across their faces.

“What the hell?” Toad grunted.

“I didn’t ask to be cast a spell on!” Toadette cried. “That better have been some healing magic!”

“Oh, it’s most definitely healing,” Vivian purred.

Minh’s heart hammered as heat flooded her cheeks. “Why do I feel like I just ran a marathon?”

“Everything’s fine, Minh.” Vivian stepped closer. Her hips swayed with an exaggerated rhythm, her breasts bouncing beneath her top with every step. “I’m not dangerous like the Crazee Dayzees.”

A sudden warmth surged through Toadette. Vivian looked flawless.

“Something’s wrong,” she panted. But Vivian’s smile was making her blood pump faster.

Minh was already lost. She pushed past Toadette, dropping to her hands and knees. “You’re so beautiful, Vivian. Why don’t we…? Can we…?”

“Patience.”

Toad fought hardest. His fists clenched, but the tingling sensation spread through him like a wildfire. It burnt away his resistance piece by piece. He took one shaky step back before his knees buckled.

Toadette’s instincts screamed at her to resist. She gritted her teeth until they ached. Yet the warmth rushed through her veins, flooding each of her senses one by one.

She shut her eyes but quickly yelped and opened them. Vivian’s beauty was magnifying by the second.

“It hurts not to look at me, doesn’t it?” Vivian giggled, wiggling her dirty toes.

A shrill shriek escaped as Toadette’s hands hit the ground.

“Perfect. Now then.” Vivian reached for her top. “The four of us are gonna clear our minds.” She peeled the fabric away, her breasts spilling free. “Anyone object?”

There was silence.

“Good.” Vivian snapped her fingers. The tent dropped into the shadow then re-emerged around them. The three sat in a neat row.

“Now, Minh…” Vivian lifted a grimy foot, scrunching her toes. “Show me what all the fuss is about when it comes to these.”

“Yes…” Minh’s voice cracked. “You didn’t even need to ask, Vivian.”

She crawled forward and cradled Vivian’s foot. She then took a deep breath, her eyes rolling back as she let out a drunken giggle.

In one long stroke, her tongue dragged along the arch and collected days of grime and dried sweat.

Vivian’s smile widened as she settled back, ready to enjoy every moment of her power.

“You like that?” Minh beamed as she sucked on each toe before thrusting her tongue between them.

Vivian bit her lip. Her toes curled involuntarily.

“That looks cute,” she whispered, looking into Minh’s big, brown eyes. “Aw…”

Toadette watched in a transfixed state as Minh continued to slobber.

“Toadette,” Vivian said. “Don’t you want to join her?”

Toadette crawled forward. Her trembling fingers ran over the rough heel before she pressed her thumbs into the foot, massaging it. Unable to resist, she placed a lingering kiss on the sole. She kissed her way up, swirling her tongue around the big toe. A moan escaped her as Vivian wriggled the toe into her mouth.

“Good girl.” Vivian wiggled her toes in Minh’s mouth, prompting the flower girl to suck harder. With two people on her feet, that just left one more.

Toad sat trembling like a leaf. He stared at the floor, his face bright red.

“I refuse,” he panted. But the spell was crushing him.

Vivian smacked her lips. “You poor thing. You fight so hard. You wanna be the big man—the one who always stays in control.” She caressed her breasts. “But even heroes need to let go sometimes.”

A light trickle of milk squirted from her breasts. Toad shook.

“Hmm? You want a taste?” Vivian asked. “You won’t get one if you don’t play with your friends.”

Toad’s pupils were so dilated that they nearly took up his sclera. His breath came in ragged gasps. He finally crawled forward.

“You can share the foot with Minh,” Vivian ordered. “Be nice, Minh.”

“I’m very nice.” Minh yanked Toad closer. “Lick these things with some passion, boy. They’re so spicy.”

“Spicy?”

“Well seasoned.” Minh showed off her filth-covered tongue and swallowed. “Let’s get to work.”

They positioned themselves on either side of Vivian’s foot. Their eyes met for a second before they both leaned in.

Their tongues took long trips up the arch. Minh’s was agile, flicking and probing every millimetre of the sole. Toad’s was amateurish, coating the area with wetness in no particular order. Their tongues slid against each other; Minh deliberately shoved her tongue in his mouth at one point.

“Tapping into your inner Jasmin?”

“Except you know you’re hungry for this,” she purred. Eventually they found a new positioning: Minh would suck on the twitching toes while Toad lapped at the dry heel.

The grit in his mouth went from tasting like ash to tasting like concentrated sugar.

“This is incredible…” Vivian moaned. “I’ve been alive for what feels like forever, but I didn’t know the feet could be this sensitive… You were right to say it tickles, Toadette.”

Toadette drunkenly put two thumbs up as she ate the grime from between the toes.

“The best part about these is how natural they are,” Minh said. “I love a pair of pedicured feet too, but to have feet this so unashamedly raw… It’s so hot…”

Vivian’s body temperature increased.

It was only supposed to last minutes. It continued for twenty. Her feet were drenched, emanating an earthy scent mixed with slobber. She’d removed her pants, touching herself fervently as the slimy tongues explored the tops of her feet.

“You can’t stay on my feet forever,” Vivian panted. “Would you like to suck on my boobs?”

“Yes!” Toad rushed to her, latching onto her right nipple. He sucked hard and squeezed.

To his delight, thick, creamy milk flowed with a hint of spice that made his head spin.

“Don’t hog it,” Toadette scoffed, pushing him aside. Minh had already claimed the left nipple, sucking with the force of a vacuum.

“Toadette, I want that milk,” Toad said, slapping her away.

“I’m thirstier! And I deserve more of it anyways!”

“Says who?”

“Says the girl with the glasses.” Toadette swallowed the whole nipple. “You can wait.”

“Everyone gets a fair chance, Toadette.” Vivian’s fingers went deeper into her pussy. “But Toad, if there’s something else you’d like…”

“Peg me…” Toad felt his mind about to break. “Peg me! Please!”

Minh’s eyes widened. “What did you just say?”

Vivian’s jaw dropped. “Ooh… Now there’s a term I’ve heard before. I aim to please.”

Toadette’s focus deepened.

Vivian snapped her fingers. The shadows under Toad moved, dragging his lower half into the floor, leaving his upper body caught between her thighs. A small flame ignited at the tip of her right index finger. She reached down into the shadows.

She then reached down into the shadows.

Toadette waited breathlessly.

After a pause, Toad’s entire body went rigid. His eyes flew open wider than Toadette had ever seen them. A strangled sound escaped his throat.

“Oh fuck!” His nails dug into his palms. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Relax,” Vivian teased. “Shall I go slower?”

Toadette was baffled, watching Vivian’s arm move rhythmically, Toad’s face contorting in ecstatic agony. His moans made her touch herself fiercely.

“Take it all,” Vivian cooed. “Minh, you wanna suck my feet again?”

“Don’t gotta ask!” Minh had lost all sense of normality. Burying her face back in Vivian’s wet feet, she grunted and snorted like the pig she’d been called. She sucked on Vivian’s whole foot, choking and releasing it with a satisfied chuckle.

“Deeper, Minh,” Vivian panted. “Ooh! Look at how that big mouth of yours can just fit all my toes in there! Even the ball of my… Whoa!”

Minh shuddered, but her head kept lowering. Her thighs rubbed against each other.

Vivian sighed. “And Toadette… Squeeze my boobs harder! Harder!”

“I’m gonna…” Toadette felt the tension in her own body winding tighter and tighter. The milk flowing into her mouth became sweeter. After one final deep suckle of Vivina’s breast, followed by Toad’s whines of pleasure, Toadette collapsed and let out a guttural moan.

Minh followed immediately, her mouth still stuffed with grimy toes.

Toad let out a high-pitched scream. The combination of Vivian’s actions and the sight of his friends climaxing pushed him over the edge. Rope after rope of hot semen squirted all over the tent, some landing directly in Minh’s mouth, before he finally slumped.

Vivian arched her back one final time, crying out as she reached her climax. Her pussy heated to temperatures thought to be unreachable.

The only sounds heard were the four gasping for air desperately.

Slowly the sickeningly sweet scent began to fade. The Toads blinked rapidly, pushing themselves onto their knees.

Minh plucked a large dirt chunk off her tongue. “What was I just…?”

The shadows released Toad. He scrambled away, wiping his mouth frantically with the back of his hand. “How the hell did I…?”

Toadette’s eye twitched. “What was all that?”

“My infatuation magic.” Vivian sat up and pulled her clothes back on. “You asked me if I was capable of more than fire and shadows. There’s your answer.”

“You cursed us?” Toad roared. “You… That’s what I get for tagging along with a witch.”

“Hey, I don’t go around seducing everybody.” Vivian fluffed her hair. “Though I will say, you and Toadette put up more of a fight than I expected. Impressive magic resistance for a Toad.”

“But why would you do that to us?” Minh asked.

“Before our little party, you were wound so tight you looked about to snap.” She gestured around the tent. “And now? Your hearts are still racing, but all that stress is suppressed, isn’t it?”

The three of them fell silent.

“I’ve had more than enough time to learn that stress is killer.”

Slowly a small smile crept onto Toadette’s face. “I hate that you’re right.”

“What?” Toad looked astounded. “Don’t give her credit.”

“I actually feel good right now.” Toadette jumped up, kicking into the air. And she brought the whole tent down, provoking an even louder groan from Toad. She let out a breathless laugh. “Super pumped right now, Toady.”

“I’m glad to have pleased you,” Vivian chuckled. She brought them under the shadows and outside of the tent.

Minh still blushed intensely. “Thanks for that. And also, Vivian, I really do like your feet. Like, a lot.”

That just left Toad. He crossed his arms. “I suppose I feel better. But if you ever do that again—”

“You seemed to really like the pegging.” Upon her saying that, Toad felt himself shrink. Vivian snickered. “But fair enough. Consensual infatuation next time.”

Toadette stretched her arms above her head. “Let’s pack up and head out. We’ve got people to save!”

As they stepped off in the indicated direction, she grabbed Toad and brought him close. “You wanna keep this pegging thing a secret from me? Fine. But I just wanna tell you…”

Toad blinked.

“I’ve never seen you cum so adorably as you did in that moment.” Toadette stepped back. “Just jealous I wasn’t the one to make it happen. But someday!”

As she stepped forward, her dirtied soles flashing themselves repeatedly at Toad, a soft smile came to his face.

“I happily await that day.”

***

“Oh… Ashley…” Cricket moaned into the pillow, his whole body trembling.

The mansion’s large bed creaked eternally. Behind Cricket came wet sounds: tongue lapping and lip-smacking. Ashley had her face buried between his ass cheeks, her tongue cleaning all the peanut butter out with long licks.

“Bitter. Much better than last time,” she murmured. Her breath was hot against his damp skin. “Skipping a bath was the right call.”

Cricket laughed. “Such a strange compliment, Ashley.”

“It wasn’t a compliment. It was an observation.” She scooped more peanut butter, smeared it generously then dove back in. The obscene squelching sounds filled the room as she ate his ass.

His fingers clutched the sheets. Her tongue pushed deeper, swirling before sucking his asshole clean.

“Chunky peanut butter’s the best,” he moaned. “You can really feel the difference.”

“Quiet… Let me focus…”

Knock, knock, knock!!

“Ashley, I’ve got news!” Red’s voice called from outside.

Ashley’s head lifted reluctantly, her mouth and chin completely brown. Streaks covered her lips and dotted her nose. She licked around her mouth slowly, savouring every last bit of peanut butter and sweat. Then she leaned down for one thorough lick along Cricket’s crack.

Cricket’s body convulsed as his fluids stained the dusty sheets. “Thank you so much…”

Ashley flipped him over and licked the semen from his cock. The intense saltiness of the snot-like substance melted in her mouth like butter. Her tongue played with it before she swallowed.

She wiped her mouth, smearing more peanut butter and sperm across her cheek, and unlocked the door.

Red hovered there. “Um, Ash, you’ve got something on your—”

“I know.” Ashley stepped past, still sucking on her fingers. “This better be important.”

“Allow me to present our new Ethereal Star.”

In the main foyer, a large black star rested on her ornate chair, pulsing with ominous energy. Shifting shadows crawled across the walls. The thirty-two bound Twilighters sat in a semicircle, watching with exhausted, fearful eyes.

Ashley circled the star slowly, fingers tracing its edges. That crooked smile spread across her face.

“I can practically taste that growth spurt…” She completed her circuit and turned to her captive audience, spreading her arms in a gesture meant to be regal. “Be proud. You’ve worked hard to achieve a better life. Your contributions have been noted.”

“So…we can go home now? Right?” one Twilighter asked.

Ashley blinked, her expression shifting from cold triumph to a look of confusion.

“Leave? Why would you want to go? Are you saying you don’t enjoy my company?”

“Of course we do, Miss Ashley. You’ve been…most generous,” the man stammered. “It’s just that we have families. Children. Lives of our own—”

“And I’m interfering?” Her expression darkened. “I plucked you from your mundane existence. I’m giving you friendship. Eternal, unbreakable friendship. And you dare categorise my affection as an interference?”

The mansion shook lightly.

The Twilighter swallowed hard. “That’s not what I…”

“Red.” Ashley pouted as she kicked a wooden bucket towards him. “They’re getting fussy. Feed them. I finished the years-long harvest.”

“Is that what I think it is?” Red peeked inside the bucket. He recoiled instantly. “Ashley, seriously? You want them to eat that? You’ve been storing your nails for like ten years now!”

“I promised I’d share them with my friends someday. You remember.”

“Ugh, there’s enough cheese in here to make a pizza…” He forced a grin as he hefted the bucket. “Alright, everybody! Snack time!”

A collective shudder ran through the Twilighters as Red began shovelling the crusty nail clippings into their mouths. When one of the Twilighters attempted to spit them onto the floor, Ashley’s bottom lip trembled. She took a shaky breath.

“Why would you…” Her voice remained flat, yet it vibrated. “I’m feeding you pieces of myself. Do you know how sacred that’s considered? And you’re spitting them out like…”

“C’mon, just chew and swallow, folks,” Red said. “Believe me, it’s better if you don’t let it sit on your tongue.”

“And Red,” Ashley added, her eyes narrowing. “Wring my used socks out over their heads. They look dehydrated, and a week’s worth of my sweat will help the harvest go down smoother.”

Cricket, who had been standing by the star, reached out to stroke the pulsing artefact.

“Master Mantis always says punctuality is a warrior’s virtue, Ashley. We should deliver the star before—”

“Only after the Reversed Rebirth passes.” Ashley waved dismissively. “I want this place black as my hair, Cricket. Wario can handle one day of—”

A violent tremor ripped through the mansion’s foundation.

The floor groaned as tiles buckled. Windows shattered inward. The chandelier swung wildly and rained glass down upon the screaming Twilighters. One captive choked, his face turning purple as he struggled to swallow a particularly large clipping.

The black star pulsed erratically, as if responding to some external force.

Cricket dropped into a combat stance. “Someone’s approaching!” His voice was tight. “Ashley… This power… Can you feel it?”

“Red, protect the star. Now.” Ashley motioned to Cricket. “You’re with me.”

Red saluted and conjured protective magic around the star.

Outside, a howling gale tore at their clothes and hair. Small pebbles shot past like bullets. The torches surrounding the property flickered.

Ashley grimaced, tugging her boots on over her feet. Each step down the staircase was heavy.

At the bottom of the path, a figure stood.

Even from this distance, certain details cut through the gloom with unnatural clarity: blue overalls, a sturdy cap and a massive hammer held loosely in one hand. The hammer sparkled with dust that shared the mansion’s colour.

“You’re trespassing.” Ashley planted her feet. “State your business before I decide your organs would look better on the outside of your body.”

“I’m here to destroy you.”

“Excuse me?” Ashley tilted her head. “Could you please repeat that?”

“I said…” The figure took a step closer. More details emerged: the worn gloves and boots. “I’m here to kill you.”

Cricket gasped. Ashley’s expression remained neutral. Then the corner of her mouth curved upwards.

“Interesting. I’d love to watch you try.”

“You’re making a big mistake!” Cricket shouted. “I’m Master Mantis’ top student! And Ashley is the most powerful witch this world has ever seen!” His fists clenched. “Turn around now while you still can.”

The figure chuckled. “Most powerful, eh? Let’s put that to the test.”

“Ooh, a death wish.” Ashley’s smile widened. She crossed her arms. “Defeating the great Super Mario will look incredible on my résumé—”

“You’ll never meet the man.”

The man reached up and pulled his cap down lower. The emblem on it caught the moonlight. There wasn’t an M. It was an L.

“It’s just you versus me.” He hefted his hammer, locking eyes with Ashley. “And let me tell you: I’ve spent my life fighting monsters much more intimidating than a brat who needs a step stool to look her opponents in the eye.”

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Author’s Note:
Ashley is the most disgusting girl of the WarioWare crew that I’ve written for so far. That includes 5-Volt making 9-Volt eat her foot shavings as a punishment—something mentioned in Ch. 79 and shown in Special #2. I’m mixed on Ashley as a character in the main WW series; I really love her design, but her personality is a drag. Given her this gross-out element increases her sexiness for me, and I hope it does for you. You wanna be her little foot slave?

Next week we’ll see Penelope and Jasmin make it to the Trouble Centre. Expect some foot antics in their subplot. Then we’ll see if Luigi is truly to be feared.