Penny's Security Breach

A power outage exposes Florian's secret obsession with Penny and her cheese-scented feet.

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The Naranja Academy cafeteria buzzed with its usual autumn lunch chaos. Florian barely noticed. Any meal shared with Penny and Nemona felt special, even if Nemona dominated most conversations and Penny contributed maybe three words total.

He stood behind Penny’s chair, massaging her shoulders while she hunched over her phone. She’d been complaining about her back all week—something related to her terrible posture. He didn’t mind helping.

“This is the only thing making lunch bearable right now,” Penny muttered, tilting her head as his fingers worked her neck. “I seriously need a better chair.”

Florian leaned in slightly. “I could help you look for one this weekend.”

But Penny’s phone vibrated. Her eyes widened at whatever notification had just come through, and she was immediately lost to her screen again.

“Oh! That reminds me!” Nemona slapped both palms on the table. “We have to hit the beach this weekend! It’s gonna be perfect weather, probably our last chance before it gets too cold.”

Florian’s hands paused. “That sounds pretty nice.”

“Too much sun,” Penny said flatly, not looking up. “And too much sand. I’ll pass.”

“Aw, c’mon. It’ll be super chill, I promise. We can just relax, maybe play some volleyball, hit up that new boardwalk they’re still building.” Nemona paused, then her face lit up. “And they’ve got one of those kissing booths set up for some charity thing. I kinda wanna try it to see what the hype’s about.”

Florian gasped. “An actual kissing booth?”

Penny’s cheeks blushed.

“Yeah! You know.” Nemona spun around and made exaggerated smooching sounds before whirling back with a groin. “Just like in the movies. You two should totally give it a shot.”

Penny finally looked up from her phone, one eyebrow raised. “Do I look like someone who’d attract that kind of attention?”

Florian’s fingers dug in a bit harder at her shoulders.

“With that attitude? Never.” Nemona laughed. “You gotta put yourself out there more, Penny. Confidence is half the battle. Speaking of putting myself out there, I should probably get a pedicure before the beach. Can you imagine anyone seeing my feet in this state? They’re a mess.”

Penny’s face went paler than usual. “I’m eating.”

“I’m just saying.” Nemona kicked off her slip-on sneakers without warning and planted both stirrup-covered feet right on top of the table. She wiggled her toes. “See these gnarly calluses?”

The unmistakable odour wafted from her toes into her friends’ noses.

Penny’s hand flew to her mouth. “Put those away! That’s disgusting!”

Florian’s face went bright red. He’d never been this close to a girl’s bare feet. Nemona’s soles were indeed heavily calloused, especially at the heels and balls of her feet. Her toes had sharp definition, with her nails trimmed. A heavy coat of sweat glossed her mighty arches. He couldn’t look away.

“I’m thinking maybe black nail polish,” Nemona said, still curling her toes. “Definitely gotta deal with these calluses. Last time I got a pedicure, the lady had to literally shave them down with a metal scraper.”

“They…” Florian’s voice cracked slightly. “They look fine to me. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

Nemona lowered her feet, laughing as she slipped her shoes back on. “Aw, you’re way too nice, lil’ buddy! But thanks!”

Penny turned her head just enough to glance back at him. Then she shook her head and returned to her phone, tuning out the rest of the conversation entirely.

He’s just being polite, she thought. Trying to get Nemona to stop embarrassing herself. Way kinder than I’d be.

***

An hour after lunch, heavy rain struck the windows of Florian’s dorm. He sat at his desk—positioned against the wall to the right of his small couch—barefoot and typing rapidly. A chat window filled most of his PC’s screen. Nemona’s banner icon grinned at him with her usual energy.

He’d been messaging her about the beach trip for the past couple of minutes, throwing in casual comments about other things. His heart hammered every time he hit the “Send” button.

There was a noticeable pause between his most recent message. Without thinking, he reached down and ran his hand along the sole of his own foot. He brought his fingers up and took a quick sniff. The scent made him smile.

Then he pushed his chair back and lifted his right foot up towards his face. He pressed his nose against his own sole and inhaled deeply.

Not as strong as I’d like, but…

He extended his tongue and dragged it along the ball of his foot. The taste was minimal, but it still sent a mild thrill through him. He wiggled his tongue between his toes, wishing there were something he could snack on in those crevices.

A small moan left his throat as he sucked on his toes.

Then the lights flickered.

Thunder rumbled in the distance. For a second, everything sans the computer went dark. Then the power snapped back on.

That was close! He saved his documents just in case and continued to chat with Nemona, letting his wet foot dangle under his chair.

Ten minutes later, two knocks came at the door.

He gasped and immediately closed out of the chat window, altered some computer settings and rushed to the door. He slipped on his slick toes, grasping the handle just in time to catch his fall.

“Oh. Penny?”

She stood in the hallway, soaked from the rain. Her six Eeveelutions were clustered around her legs.

“My dorm lost power,” she said emotionlessly. “Half the school is down.”

“How?”

“Thunder, my server racks overloading, who knows?” She twisted her fingers together. “Anyways, do you mind if we crash here until everything’s back online?”

“Of course not. Make yourself at home.”

Penny stepped inside. Florian’s room was spotless; not a single bit of stray clothing was on the floor, nor were there tons of boxes everywhere.

“You actually clean up,” she mumbled.

“Yeah?” He grabbed a couch pillow and fluffed it awkwardly. “Here—you can sit and work on your laptop if you want. I won’t bother you.”

“Probably still better than my chair’s setup.” She glanced down at her boots. “Should I?”

“Yeah, please take them off, if you don’t mind.”

“Fair enough.” She began to peel her boots off. The sound was wet and sticky, like pulling apart two pieces of damp plastic. Finally her feet emerged, clad in grey nylons that clung to her wrinkled skin.

They hit the tile floor.

Florian gulped hard. He turned away quickly, diverting his attention to the Vaporeon lying on its back. His face was burning.

Penny settled into the cushions, pulled her laptop onto her knees, and within seconds she was lost in her own world.

An hour of near-silence followed. The only sounds were the rain battering the windows, Penny’s aggressive typing and the occasional purr from her Flareon.

Florina had returned to his desk, dimming his monitor and angling it carefully so Penny couldn’t see it from the couch. He reopened his chat with Nemona and typed quietly for another thirty minutes, glancing back every so often to check on Penny.

Eventually he migrated to the couch, homework in hand. He sat on the opposite end, careful not to touch her.

He tried to focus on his assignment, but his eyes kept drifting. Her feet were right there. Tucked under her at first, then stretched out, then one crossed over the other. He could see the outline of every skinny toe through the thin nylon.

Penny’s fingers never quit typing, yet she noticed his twitchiness. What’s with him today? She let it go on for another few minutes. Then, without warning, she let out a loud sigh.

“Ugh, these stupid nylons,” she groaned, setting her laptop aside. “Feels like I’m wearing wet socks. Yuck.”

Before Florian could reply, she reached down and peeled one off. The nylon clung stubbornly to her foot, stretching before finally releasing with a sticky snap. Her bare foot emerged, pale as dough.

The smell reached Florian immediately.

The clean, fresh scent from Leafeon was now gone, overpowered by something far more pungent. It spread through the small room like a noxious gas.

Florian’s breath hitched as Penny removed the second nylon. She tossed the damp pair into her boots, then stretched her legs out with a satisfied moan.

Her toes brushed against his bare ankle.

“Gah!”

“Relax. I’m just stretching,” Penny said, her voice flat. But she did it again, this time pressing the sole of her foot deliberately against the top of his. “Hmm… Your feet are way softer than mine. Like, way softer. What’s your secret?”

“I… I wear socks?” Florian stammered. “With lotion? I think.”

“My feet are basically monsters at this point,” Penny continued. She pressed her sole a little harder against his. “Yours are baby-soft; they’re not even sweaty. You should be proud.”

Florian was hyperventilating as her toes locked with his.

“I need to use the bathroom,” he blurted out, practically throwing his homework to the ground. He bolted across the room, and the bathroom door locked behind him.

He leaned against the sink, taking slow, deep breaths. Get it together. She’s being normal; don’t make this awkward. He looked down at his shorts, waiting for his body to calm down.

Back in the dorm, Penny sat on the couch for a moment, scratching her head.

“Okay, now I’m definitely curious.”

She focused on his desk. She walked to it and jiggled the mouse. The password screen appeared. She thought for a moment and then typed “fuecoco1”. Like magic, the screen unlocked.

His chat program was still open and maximised. She could see her own name mentioned in the recent conversation.

Florian: Sorry, had to step away for a sec. Penny’s actually here. Her dorm lost power.
Nemona: Oooh! That’s why half my group chat is blowing up. LOL. Is she gonna come to the beach with us? Please tell me you convinced her.

Penny scrolled up, reading what happened earlier.

Florian: Still working on stuff. But about what we were talking about earlier…
Nemona: My feet? Lmao, you’re still on that?
Florian: I mean it, though. The calluses just show you’re always at work. It’s impressive.
Nemona: Okay, now you’re just being weird. Sweet weird.
Florian: Look, they’re beautiful. You don’t need to waste money on a pedicure.
Nemona: BEAUTIFUL? My feet? Are you feeling okay?
Florian: I just think they’re nice. Is that weird to say?
Nemona: Kinda. But you’re always saying nice stuff, so whatevs.
Florian: If you send me a pic, I’ll make it my wallpaper just to prove I mean it.
Nemona: WHAT? No, I’m calling your bluff. Hold on.

There was an image. Nemona’s bare feet propped up in front of a mirror, her toes spread wide as she had a stunned expression on her face.

Florian had reacted to it with a heart. Below that was a screenshot of his desktop—the same photo set as his wallpaper.

Nemona: HAHAHAHA! You actually did it! I can’t believe it!
Florian: Now you’ll always be with me. Even in feet form.
Nemona: This is so strange but so funny.
Florian: I could rub them for you at the beach if you want. Just to show appreciation for one of my best friends.
Nemona: Your hands are gonna reek after. But why not? Could be nice after a swim.
Florian: If Penny comes, maybe I could do the same for her. If she wanted.
Nemona: Oooooh. Okay, I see what’s happening here.
Florian: What?
Nemona: You like Penny.
Florian: Yeah, she’s my friend.
Nemona: You know what I mean. You want her, don’t you?
Florian: No, she’s just a good friend. She thinks nobody notices her, but I always notice her. Who else at our age is out here managing tons of server racks and crazy tech?
Nemona: But you’re not head over heels for her. Mmm-hmm. Don’t worry, Florian. I’m the champion at keeping my lips sealed tightly. If you wanna practise foot rubs on me before you get to her, feel free, buddy.

Penny’s jaw dropped. She scrolled back up, then down, making sure she had read it correctly. She touched her own face.

He thinks I’m pretty? He wants to rub my…

She heard the toilet flush.

Quickly she locked the screen and walked back to the couch, grabbing her phone and settling in as if nothing had happened. Her heart was racing.

By the time Florian had emerged from the bathroom, his face still slightly red, Penny looked completely bored.

“Sorry about that,” Florian mumbled.

“You’re fine,” Penny said without looking up.

He sat back down and picked up his homework. For several minutes neither of them spoke. The rain continued to hit the windows.

Penny glanced at him. He was staring at the same page, not even doing his homework. His leg bounced nervously.

She made her decision and stretched her legs out with an exaggerated groan.

“My feet are killing me, I swear.”

Florian’s head snapped up.

“All that walking earlier, plus these stupid boots…” She wiggled her toes slowly. The motion sent another wave of that cheesy scent through the air.

“I can…” Florian poked her shoulder. “I can help you if you want.”

“Help how?”

“I mean, I’ve given you shoulder rubs before, right?” His heart was about to jump out of his chest. “Maybe I could rub your feet? Just until they feel better?”

Penny let the silence linger, watching him squirm. Then she shrugged. “Okay.”

“Really?” Florian’s eyes went wide.

“Yeah, sure.” She lifted her legs and dropped both feet heavily onto his lap. The weight and warmth of them made him stiffen. “Go for it.”

Florian sat there frozen for a second. Then his trembling hands reached out and wrapped around her left foot. He pressed his thumbs into the ball of her foot.

“You can go harder than that,” Penny said, eyes back on her phone. “I’m not gonna break.”

He applied more pressure, kneading in slow circles. A soft sigh escaped her lips.

“Yeah, that’s good.”

Florian’s confidence grew. He worked across her sole, pressing into the arch and down to the heel where the calluses were thicker. The smell was impossible to ignore from such a close distance. Gulping, he leaned in by just a few centimetres and took a shallow breath through his nose.

Penny felt it. She just kept scrolling through her phone.

After a few minutes, she splayed her toes wide in his lap. She kept him like this, grinding her heels into his crotch.

The scent spiked drastically. Florian twitched.

“Don’t stop,” Penny exhaled, still looking at her screen. “This is helping me a lot.”

“Okay. “He resumed. She did it again, curling her toes tightly before spreading them deliberately.

“Your hands feel really nice,” she said, pressing her sole further into his grip. “Once again, softer than a baby.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

She switched feet, forcing the right one into his hands. He started the process over. While his rhythm grew steadier, his face remained flushed.

“Mmm…” Penny let her head tip back against the couch arm. She yawned. “Keep going… Feels good…”

Her phone slipped from her hand and onto her chest. Her breathing deepened. Soon her feet became limp in Florian’s lap.

“Penny?”

There was no response. He poked her ankle gently. Nothing. Even repeating her name over and over, there was no waking her up. Her chest lightly went up and down.

His gaze dropped to her feet, the heels still pressing into his erection.

Oh… I can’t… He looked at her relaxed face, then back to her sweat-covered toes. They slowly wiggled. He let out a little whimper. Okay… What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

He brought her foot closer to his face, hovering his nose just over her arch. He inhaled deeply.

The stench hit him like a truck. Its sourness should’ve made him pull away, but instead, a shuddering sigh escaped his lips.

I wanna lick it… I wanna kiss it…

Before he could stop himself, he pressed his nose directly against her sole, breathing in as intensely as he could. The odour flooded his brain and made him dizzy. He could feel just how clammy and warm her skin was as sweat went up his nostrils.

He hungrily planted kisses to her foot, moaning.

Finally he opened his mouth and dragged his tongue up her sole in one long lick, from her heel to her toes.

The taste exploded across his tongue. It was like licking aged cheese mixed with sweat. It was everything the smell had promised and more.

“Man, that’s so good, Penny,” he whispered.

He licked again and again, covering as much of the surface as possible. He aimed for every inch of skin that had been hidden away in her boots all day.

The texture was addictive. Her calluses scraped against his tongue like sandpaper. He began to nibble on the various parts of her sole. Penny’s toes curled slightly as he ascended to them. Once he reached them, he took a pause.

The crevices between each digit were a black forest. His spit-covered smile grew wider.

Slowly he pushed his tongue into the gap.

Thick, hot, creamy toe jam coated the spaces between her toes. It was dark, sticking to her toes like glue. It felt wet and soft against his tongue, yet the resistance gave it the punch it needed to stimulate him.

This tastes like heaven…

Florian found himself diving in deeper for the overripe grime. He scooped out as much as he could with his tongue. The jam smeared across his lips and his chin, but he couldn’t have cared less. He gulped it down with a giggle and immediately went back for more. He hopped from toe to toe, mining each crevice for every bit of smelly jelly he could find.

When he reached her pinkie toe, he found a surprisingly thick lump of jam oozing down. He pushed his tongue in far and lapped it up with loud slurping sounds.

Then, without thinking, he drove her big toe into his mouth entirely.

He sucked it tenderly. His head bobbed back and forth until the toe popped out. One by one, he took each toe into his mouth and sucked it like a lollipop.

His hips were now moving. Her other foot pressed against his crotch. He grinded against it, rocking in rhythm with each lick and suck. The pressure of her dainty sole against him through his thin shorts was otherworldly.

He couldn’t process anything but her feet. Not the Eeveelutions’ various noises, not the rain outside. Just the musk, feel and taste of her stinky feet.

He returned to eating her warm toe jam when suddenly the toes curled.

They squeezed around its tongue, trapping it momentarily. Then they spread wide and curled again, wriggling their way inside his mouth. Florian’s eyes shot open. The way her toenails grazed the roof of his mouth, the way they made that disgustingly slimy noise… He whimpered as all five toes jammed their way inside.

No, no, no! Wait!

Too late. His back arched, and his hips bucked helplessly against her other foot.

His entire body spasmed. Warmth flooded the front of his shorts as he came, shaking with her toes still lazily wiggling in his mouth.

He collapsed forward, his sweat-drenched forehead pressing against her shin. He was completely disoriented.

“Oh… Wow…” He let out ragged breaths.

“Hmm.”

Florian’s blood chilled.

“And here I thought they’d just taste like stale nachos and dirty cheese.”

His head snapped up. His eyes met Penny’s. She was looking down at him, one eyebrow raised. He scrambled backwards so fast that he fell off the couch entirely, his semen now running down his leg. His face was full scarlet.

“You were awake, Penny? The whole time?”

Penny sat up slowly, pulling her feet back. “Yeah. I was.”

Florian couldn’t form words as he looked at him.

“Your computer security is pathetic.”

Florian’s eyes went even wider. “What?”

“Fuecoco1? Really?” Penny shook her head. “That’s the first thing anyone would guess. Took me only one try.”

The realisation hit him hard.

“Penny… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Relax. I’m not mad.”

“You’re not?”

“No.” She tilted her head. “All I’ve learnt is that your social skills are as shot as mine. So we have that in common.”

Florian just stared at her, completely lost.

“Look, I’m flattered. You think I’m pretty, and you like my feet apparently. Whatever.” She wiggled her toes slightly. “But all this? This situation would’ve been way less embarrassing for you if you’d just…told me.”

“Told you?”

“Yeah. ‘Hey, Penny, I like you. And I also think smelly feet are hot.’ Done. Instead, you’re sitting here with a cum stain in your shorts.”

Florian tried to cover it up. “I thought you’d hate me.”

“Why? It’s weird, but I’m weird. Everyone’s weird about something.” She paused. “Same thing goes for Nemona, by the way. You should just tell her too. Knowing her, she’d just think it’s funny.”

Penny put her feet back on the table, opening her laptop. Her Sylveon sniffed at them before bouncing away happily.

“I’ve decided I’m going to the beach this weekend.”

Florian looked up at her, confused. “Really?”

“Yeah.” She smirked. “I might have something to do there.”

***

The beach in Area Five of Paldea’s southern provenience was packed with guests. In the middle of the boardwalk, surrounded by amused onlookers, sat the charity kissing booth.

Inside, three figures occupied the small space instead of the usual two.

Florian sat in the centre, his back against the booth’s frame. On either side of him sat Nemona and Penny, both grinning. Both of them had their feet propped up, with their soles pressed directly against Florian’s head.

“This is amazing,” Nemona chuckled, wiggling her sandy toes against his cheek. “I can’t believe this counts as charity work!”

Her feet were exactly as Florian remembered from the cafeteria—calloused and strong, still slightly damp with sweat from the long walk across the sand. She’d rinsed them off at the beach shower, but the fine grains still clung stubbornly between her toes. They reeked of salt and sea mixed with the same potent musk.

Florian kissed the plump ball of her foot reverently. His lips brushed over the rough calluses.

“You’re really committed to this, huh?” Nemona teased, curling her smelly toes against his nose. “Wish I could’ve seen you squirming when you were chatting about these feet.”

“They’re really cool…”

“Oh, you’re gonna love this! I’ve got this corn on my big toe. Wanna get at it?”

Panting, Florian immediately sucked on the toe. Its texture thrilled his tongue.

“You are wild, Florian!” Nemona laughed.

On his other side, Penny’s feet were even sweatier. She hadn’t been in the water at all; she’d just walked around in boots without nylons until Nemona dragged her to the booth. Her soles were damp to the touch.

Florian kissed her heel and took a long lick up her arch. That same salty, cheesy flavour reintroduced itself.

“See?” Penny said, her voice dry but amused. “Way easier when you’re just honest about it.”

Florian couldn’t stop smiling.

Then Penny glanced down at his swim trunks and noticed the obvious bulge.

“Hmm. Someone’s super happy to smell my nasty toes.” She shifted one of her feet down and pressed her toes directly against it. Then she wiggled them. Florian let out a choked gasp, his whole body jerking. His hands flew to grip the edges of the booth seat as Nemona’s toes entered his mouth.

Nemona burst out laughing. “You’re gonna break him, Penny!”

“Just experimenting,” Penny said, completely unbothered. She wiggled her toes again, slower this time. Her smile widened as she felt him throb. Then she tapped her big toe against the swollen glans. “Tap, tap, tap…”

Florian was panting. He had Penny’s toes now in his mouth as Nemona’s played with his ear. He was on the edge of climax.

Then the timer buzzed.

“Aw, already?” Nemona pouted. She pulled her feet back and leaned over, planting a quick kiss on Florian’s cheek. “That was fun, Florian. Say, you still gonna give us a foot rub later?”

“Why don’t I do it while we’re eating?” he chuckled.

Penny pulled her feet back too, but she didn’t stop there.

She took Florian’s head in her grasp and pressed her lips against his. It was anything but a gentle kiss, consisting of nothing but tongue and teeth. Wet and sloppy, her tongue practically invaded his mouth.

Florian made a muffled sound of surprise.

When she finally broke the kiss, she slurped up the saliva that connected their lips.

Florian slumped sideways into Nemona, completely dazed and twitching.

“I… I don’t see how anyone finds Penny unattractive.”

Nemona caught him, snickering. She looked at Penny. “You’ve really got him under a spell.”

Penny wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smirking.

“Good to know.”

As the next group of beachgoers approached the booth, Penny grabbed her boots and walked off into the crowd with Florian and Nemona. Though she made sure to walk barefoot for now, just to see Florian glancing at her soaked arches.

She held her Rotom Phone up. “Set a reminder to send Florian pictures of my sandy feet before I go to bed, please.”

Florian giggled, glancing once more at her natural feet.

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Author's Note:
Penny is the only Pokémon character I’ve consistently felt dirty after getting off to. I cannot explain why. Even so, I was compelled enough to make a story with her.