Toadette's Story: Book 2

Chapter 99 - Captain Toadette

“Put me in the ground?” Yellow’s eyes seemed to widen in genuine surprise, followed by a burst of laughter. “Get serious.”

Toadette’s glare was intense. The room, seemingly for storage, was conveniently spacious enough. Bank and Hints scrambled back towards the walls, leaving a wide space between Toadette and Yellow. Captain Toad shook his head in disapproval, but he too stepped to the side.

Toadette didn’t charge. With a sudden burst of speed, she warped behind him. Before Yellow could register her change in position, an open-palmed strike connected hard with the back of his head.

He stumbled forward. “What the…?”

As he got up, she delivered a sharp elbow to below his ribs. He doubled over, and she followed up with a sweep that sent him off his feet.

He instinctively threw his arms up to protect himself, but Toadette was already transitioning into her next move. The sheer speed and power of her punch to his gut had Yellow startled.

“Already out?” Toadette taunted, dancing lightly across the space she’d further cleared of trash. “Hit me, sissy.”

She knew exactly which buttons to push. With a frustrated growl, Yellow leapt to his feet and lunged forward, abandoning all pretence of holding back. He aimed a fist straight at her abdomen.

It connected with a heavy thud.

Toadette immediately gasped, the force of the blow knocking the air out of her. A deep pain filled her gut, one more intense than she would ever let them see. She shut her eyes for a second, biting back a scream and fighting the urge to collapse. Yellow smirked, chuckling.

But his smirk faltered.

Toadette slowly straightened her posture. Her expression remained calm. At the same time, Yellow’s composure appeared closer to breaking.

“Aw, that was cute.” Unleashing all the power from her legs, she used a devastating roundhouse kick. It tore through the air at blazing speed, striking Yellow in the face. The crunchy sound sent a shiver down his comrades’ spines as he went down, groaning.

Bank and Hints could do nothing more than watch in fear. What chance did either of them have against Toadette if she was able to do that to Yellow?

Yet Captain Toad couldn’t help but feel impressed.

“Damn you,” Yellow coughed, clutching his midsection as he rose. “Captain, permission to get my suit?”

“Denied.”

“But sir—”

Toad’s voice was firm. “You just had to let that arrogance get the better of you. Either finish this fight or give up.”

Yellow gulped, gritting his teeth as Toadette stared him down.

He swiped at her, missing her narrowly. For every punch and kick he threw, Toadette effortlessly dodged them. Part of her felt it was the Ethereal Stars’ power boost that had given her the advantage, but Yellow was moving at an embarrassingly slow level even for her normal state. The only difference would be her taking an extra minute to knock him out. The more he missed, the cockier her expressions became.

“Don’t mock me!” he screamed, yanking one of her braids.

“Ow!” Toadette struck him in the chin and swung him by the arm into the wall. The entire wall shook, with the water immediately outside the room becoming a touch more irritated.

Yellow’s jaw dropped. He fell on his back, unable to feel his face.

Toadette stood over him, breathing calmly. She glanced down at her feet, still damp and trapped in her thin nylons. Her smile went from merely cocky to devilish as the water squished within the fabric.

Ignoring Yellow’s pained groans, she placed a foot on his chest. She pressed down, applying as much pressure as she could. Beyond the crushing weight, he was forced to endure her pungent smell.

“Well, well, well,” purred Toadette, adding her other foot into the mix. “If that’s the best you can do, it seems I really didn’t need to try at all.” She looked at Captain Toad. “See, dummy? I didn’t try to get him to shut up. I actually did it.”

She then fixed her gaze on the other two shivering figures against the wall. Bank and Hints flinched, the former screeching.

“Come here,” she ordered, curling her fingers.

They practically glued themselves to the wall in a panic. Toad flashed them a look, nodding and motioning over to Toadette.

Trembling, they took their time approaching her. She then lifted her right foot from Yellow’s chest, bending down to yank off the pantyhose. A spray of sweat and grime sprinkled onto the floor as she wiggled her toes. With the fabric in her hands, she let out a malicious laugh.

“Listen up, maggots. To apologise for treating me so rudely, you’re each going to drink from my pantyhose.” She brought the fabric to her nose, taking a long, deep sniff. “Mmm…”

“You… You don’t have to do this, Toadette,” Bank stammered.

“Don’t you tell me what I don’t have to do,” she snapped. She marched directly up to him and, before he could protest further, pried open his mouth with enough force to break it. “Bottoms up.”

She squeezed the nylon like a rag. At first only a single droplet fell, but then a miniature rainstorm commenced. The steady trickle of sweat and grime landed all over Bank’s face, much of it finding its way into his mouth. He let out a loud whimper upon tasting the foot water, yet this only encouraged Toadette. She lowered the nylon further, tickling his nose and causing his nose hairs to shrivel, thanks to the sizzling smell.

Once enough sweat was wrung out, she shut Bank’s mouth.

“Hold it.” Ten seconds passed. “Hold it.” Another thirty seconds passed, with Bank’s eyes watering as some of the grime floated its way between his teeth. Toadette pressed the sides of his face, giggling as she heard her sweat slosh. “Swallow.”

Bank took it all in one sickening gulp, turning as green as the spots on his cap.

“Now onto you, blue boy.” Toadette hummed joyfully as she repeated the process of prying open his mouth and squeezing the fabric over it. “I feel like Minh watering her plants.”

Finally she turned her attention back to Yellow. She had a special treatment in mind for him. She casually stripped off her left nylon, sniffing it with even more theatrical exaggeration. While doing so, she looked over to Toad, softly moaning.

Now came the fun.

First she brought her slender, bare foot down, rubbing it agonisingly slowly across Yellow’s face. She smeared grime and sweat all over it like a slug leaving behind its slime. Then she plopped onto his chest, using her big toes to stretch his mouth wider than seemed possible. Her eyes crinkled as she dramatically showed him her nylons bunched together.

“Here comes the sweat,” she sang to the tune of ‘Here Comes the Bride’. “Here comes the sweat!”

She squeezed them. If the earlier servings were mere drizzles, this was an all-out storm. A torrent of sweat and dirty castle water merged into a cold soup that flooded Yellow’s mouth, filling it to the brim. He teetered on the edge of retching, for his body writhed. Yet Toadette firmly wriggled her butt into his chest, alternating the pressure from cheek to cheek.

“Don’t think I can’t crush your chest with this beautiful booty,” she said, providing an example by standing and bringing down all her weight.

Yellow nearly choked. He was forced to swallow the salty concoction, gagging hard.

“It’s poison!” he coughed out, his voice distorted from her feet. “I’m dying!”

“You’re a shroom. You’ll be fine.” She stretched his mouth further, nearly ripping his lips. “And next time you decide to run that mouth, I’ll wash it out with even more foot water.”

One clammy foot pressed firmly over his right nostril. The other sealed off his left. Yellow’s world now turned into a suffocating, noxious void. With each desperate inhalation, he pulled in the rank essence of her feet. The unyielding pressure forced another choked cry out of him. He could thrash all he wanted, but Toadette had already cemented herself as the victor.

She would be more than content to reduce his reality to nothing but her damp, stinky feet.

She stood up, keeping her feet on Yellow’s face. “From here on out, Toad Brigade, you’ve got a new second-in-command. Clearly I can do a million times better what you can. You’d better start addressing me as…”

Sergeant? No, a bit too aggressive. Lieutenant? How the hell do you even spell that?

“Captain Toadette.” Toad’s voice filled the room. “You’ve heard her, men. You treat her just as you’d treat me, especially when I’m not around. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Hints and Bank said in unison.

“Yellow?” Toad looked down.

“You can’t be serious, captain,” he groaned, his voice drier than a biscuit. “She’s pathetic!”

“She’s been busting her ass for Peach ever since she got hired. Meanwhile you’ve been getting weaker, sleeping half the time when you should be working!” He stepped up to his subordinate, setting his own booted foot on his cap. “If I’m unavailable, you report to her. Respond.”

Yellow looked at Toadette with burning malice. “As you command…”

Toadette then drove her foot into his groin, forcing a high-pitched, girly scream from him.

“I could go harder,” she said nonchalantly, twisting her foot. “I might make a ball explode.”

“Okay! She’s somehow part of our brigade,” Yellow sobbed.

“Much better.” She grabbed her coat and trotted out the basement room, her hips swaying as Toad watched her go.

So much sat on his mind now. Toadette didn’t know the first thing about being in his position, and yet he’d instructed his men to talk to her when he wasn’t around. It sounded like a recipe for disaster. But then again, would it be wise to upset Toadette by saying she couldn’t be a captain? At the very least he could humour her.

After nineteen years, people were finally starting to learn they couldn’t use her like a mat.

***

~ 2002: Ten Years Ago ~

Being at Minh’s house was usually okay, but being there when much of her family was gathered? For ten-year-old Toadette, it was chaos to the max.

Every single corner of the house was full of noise. Voices spilt over from the kitchen, from the hallway and penetrated every wall. The cousins, the uncles, the aunts, the Chain Chomp—all of them had something to say. And here Toadette was, trapped in the living room, wishing she could retreat into a Koopa shell she didn’t have.

Minh devoured a bowl of chips and salsa as she played on her Nintendo 64 with her cousins.

“Toadette, you are gonna play a round after this, okay?” she said, not looking away from the flickering screen.

“I’m good,” Toadette mumbled.

Minh smirked. “You won’t get another blister from the stick. We got gloves now.”

As for Minh’s cousins, there were too many to keep track of. Dalia, Mariposa, Verde, Zinnia … How could any Toad family produce so many? Simple: look at all the Sand Kingdom-related art and décor in the home. Once Toadette learnt Minh’s family origins lay there, everything clicked into place. The noise, the family size, the love of spicy candies that left Toadette’s tongue burning—all of it.

Despite all the noise, she was glad that a certain cousin wasn’t in the room with her. Yet still, she could hear her voice loud and clear, all the way from the kitchen.

“I’m totally thinking of having eight kids with Bruno,” the girl said in Spanish. “One every two years.”

“Slow down there, Sofi,” Minh’s mother Violeta said gently. “Let’s wait until you’re married before we plan the whole team.”

“Only fourteen, and yet I’m already prime mother material. I mean, I can’t even go to taekwondo without hearing that Jazz is crying back at home.”

She threw a heavy kick into the air, nearly landing her foot on the active stove.

“That black belt’s gonna come, I promise you,” she chuckled.

“I think you’re exceptional at your current skill level. Have we forgotten what you did to that…whatever that boy’s name was?”

“Zono. Moment he said we were over so he could date that trashy chick, I had to give him some jaw surgery.” She grinned, chuckling. “Plus, your sister didn’t raise someone who just wants to sit at the bottom of the totem pole.”

Sofia’s voice sharpened as she peered towards the living room entrance. “Why is the hobo still here?”

“Sofi! That’s not nice,” Violeta said sternly, turning on the stove fan.

“I’m being real. Looks like she just left a barn with how dirty those clothes are.”

“If you can’t say something kind, Sofia, then keep your mouth closed. She’s had it rough.”

“Hmm… Alright, auntie.” Sofia paused at the doorway, rolled her eyes dramatically and then waltzed towards the couch. She plopped down, stretching her legs across Toadette’s lap. “¿Qué onda?”

“Huh?”

“What’s up? You really aren’t talkative, are you?”

You say it like it’s a bad thing. Toadette’s nose twitched. The second she saw Sofia’s bare feet try to make themselves comfortable on her lap, she pushed them away. Yet Sofia put them right back on her. Thirty seconds of this silent battle left Toadette pinned in the corner of the couch.

Unfortunately Sofia’s feet followed. Compared to Minh’s on an average day, these were clean. But they were still feet, aka repulsive, deformed hands!

“Please stop it,” Toadette asked, curling up. “Please…”

“They’re feet,” Sofia chuckled, scrunching her toes. “Like, you too chicken to admire my lovely pedi?”

“Nah, she gets real uncomfortable around bare feet, Sofi,” Minh said, squeezing Sofia’s legs. “C’mon, don’t force her to look at ‘em.”

“It’s not even a good pedicure,” Toadette squeaked as Sofia’s foot came an inch from touching her lips.

“Excuse me?” Sofia cocked her head. “Not good?”

“Black nails with white tips are bizarre.” Toadette didn’t mince words, giving Sofia’s feet one last look before shutting her eyes. “They look bad, like they’re unfinished. I’m sorry.”

Sofia scoffed, pressing her foot into Toadette’s mouth before standing. “Says the vagabond with the dirty claws,” she mumbled. She headed for the bathroom.

Twenty minutes passed. Toadette had been forced into playing a headache-inducing shooter game and felt the urge to pee. She waltzed towards the bathroom Sofia had gone into. The light was on under the door. She knocked softly, only to receive nothing.

Deep breaths, Toadette. There were two more bathrooms: one upstairs in the hallway and one in Minh’s parents’ room. The upstairs hallway one was occupied; she heard someone straining inside. Desperate, she made her way down the stairs.

“Miss Violeta, may I please use your bedroom bathroom?” She squeezed her legs together.

“I think my husband’s in there right now,” Violeta said. “Are you sure someone’s in the downstairs bathroom?”

“The lights are on,” Toadette groaned, biting her lip hard. Her bladder felt like it was going to burst. “Since when does coffee make you have to pee this bad?”

“Heh, first time?” Violeta walked to the bathroom and knocked. Upon getting no response, she simply opened it. “See? Someone just left the light on.”

“Seriously?” Toadette practically dove into the bathroom, slamming the door. She fumbled with the toilet seat and tugged at the zipper on her shorts. “Zip down already! Come on!”

“BOO!!”

“KYAA!” Toadette stumbled back. The shower curtain was yanked open, and Sofia jumped out, yelling. Toadette landed hard on her butt. Almost instantly a warm dampness soaked her shorts, and an acrid smell filled the air. Violeta opened the door again, her eyes widening. Sofia was hunched over, laughing like a hyena, while Toadette sat there sobbing.

“Sofia! What did we just talk about?”

“Not my fault she can’t take a joke,” Sofia said, rubbing her foot across Toadette’s leg as she stepped past her. “Or that she’s a little piss baby.”

Minh pushed her way through the crowd of cousins, gasping. “You okay, Toadette?”

Toadette’s face was a mess of tears and snot. She looked up at Sofia, beginning to huff and puff. Sofia simply smirked, flicking her manicured hand.

“Please. You do not wanna make that face at me, little tramp.”

“Sofia, enough! Get a mop, because you are cleaning this mess up right now,” Violeta ordered.

“And I’ll get it done in record time,” Sofia giggled, turning around, her purple pigtails swinging. “It’s called being—”

Just as she turned, Toadette yelled. She lunged for the scissors on the bathroom sink. SNIP! A loud cut echoed in the bathroom, followed by a gasp in the doorway.

Sofia froze. She reached her hand up to her cap. The right side felt normal, with her pigtail still dangling. But the left side… It was lighter, with only short, stiff bristles tickling her fingers. A thick clump of purple hair lay on the piss-soaked floor.

Toadette kept the scissors in hand, her breathing growing more intense as Sofia shook.

“Now you look better,” she spat.

Sofia screamed and yanked Toadette by the neck. Toadette hit the ceramic wall with a heavy thud and collapsed into the bathtub. Sofia landed right on top of her, punching her so hard her knuckles bled. Toadette cried out for her mother as she felt a sharp jab in her chest. Desperate, she clawed at Sofia’s face, forcing her to back off.

She scrambled out of the tub, but Sofia shoved her hard out the bathroom doorway. Toadette went flying until she slammed face-first into the kitchen wall.

“You dumb cunt!” Sofia shrieked, kneeing Toadette in the stomach before crushing her arm under her foot. “Now I’m gonna have to cut all my hair! Takes me forever to grow it!”

Toadette choked, spitting up blood. Her eye twitched as she faded in and out.

“Sofi, no! I said stop!” Minh was screaming, sobbing, trying to pull Sofia away. “You’re gonna kill her! Stop it!”

“Don’t be an idiot, Minh-Minh!” Sofia yelled back, stomping Toadette’s face in.

Minh covered her mouth. Every hit to Toadette made her feel more powerless.

“What in the world is going on down there?” Minh’s father, wearing only a towel, barrelled down the stairs. He pushed past everybody and grabbed Sofia by the collar of her shirt. “Little girl, have you lost your mind?”

“She cut my hair off! All because of a harmless little prank!”

Toadette slowly crawled to her hands and knees. An intense throbbing started in her eye. She could only focus on Minh’s face, blue with worry.

“I’m sorry,” Minh squeaked out.

Another wave of tears burst from Toadette. She stumbled past the horrified faces, grabbed her backpack and blindly ran out the front door. She never stopped running.

“Yeah, run straight into a bus!” Sofia shouted. “Then maybe somebody’ll love you, you worthless sporehead!”

***

Growing up, Toadette had too many moments of people belittling her, treating her as if she’d never be on their level. But she was no longer a child. Why would she let anyone continue to demotivate her? After everything she’d faced in life, she wouldn’t stand for being second-class.

“Captain Toadette,” she murmured to herself. She savoured a bite of her pasta, sitting on the cool floor just outside her room.

Despite her calm posture, her heart hadn’t yet ceased to race. Showing Toad’s crew exactly what she was capable of was exhilarating, even a little terrifying. She heard a set of footsteps approaching and instantly knew who it was.

“Come here to revoke my title?” she asked, not looking up.

“Came to tell you I’m serious.” Toad sat beside her, close enough to where she caught his scent. “I wasn’t talking down about you, no matter how it sounded.”

“Mmm-hmm.” She rolled her eyes.

“Look, we laughed about some stuff you did. That’s just how we are sometimes. But you know what I always said at the beginning and end? ‘She’s a cool girl’. Every single time.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes! Why do you think I didn’t even want you going up against Yellow like that?” He looked down at his hands. “With or without that star power, I knew you’d win. You’re smart.”

Toadette swallowed, staying silent and permitting him to continue.

“I could’ve defended you better, though,” he admitted.

“Do I get too angry sometimes?” she asked slowly.

“You can be pretty insane,” he chuckled, staring into her eyes. “I like that. You’re more attentive than my men half the time on our adventures. And that whooping you gave to Yellow is definitely gonna make them take their training more seriously.”

At least I accomplished something in my rage, she thought. Just then she felt a warm touch on her cheek.

“And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like seeing you take charge like that. It was awesome.”

“Awesome?” Why that word? What did he mean by that? Toadette, trying to connect the dots, moved her hand to his lap. Her jaw dropped upon feeling the pulsating.

“Minh might be a plump cutie,” he said with a blush, “but you do some wild things to me.”

Toadette shook her head, fanning herself. He’d just let his crew make fun of her. How could she possibly let go of her disgust so quickly? And yet, despite the lingering annoyance, she found herself rising to her feet.

She pushed her room door open and glanced back at him. When he followed her inside, she locked the door. She set her pasta bowl aside, now feeling more awkward.

Scanning him from head to toe had her fingers twitching. Toad’s face had always been soft, but tonight it seemed even softer. More open, even. Everything about him felt a little less closed-off now, even his voice, which was barely a whisper as he approached her.

He paused a short step away, focusing on her lips and then back to her eyes. Toadette took a deep breath, giving a slow nod.

A light moan escaped her lips. The pressure on them was pillowy, and she leaned deeper into them, wrapping her arms around him as her breaths became shallower.

Toad pulled back slowly, licking his lips.

“Um…” Toadette twirled her finger in her curls, suddenly aware of her sweat-drenched state. “Are you sure you wanna get in my bed when we’re like this?”

“Let’s see.” Before she could react, he lifted her off her feet and carried her over to her bed in a spin. He dropped her gently on the blankets. “I’m gonna take off your clothes, ‘kay?”

“Go ahead.”

Toad unveiled Toadette inch by inch. When her small breasts sprang free, he found himself breathless. She was down to her red panties when his heart was beginning to race. He impatiently stripped out of his heavy layers, leaving only his boxers.

His erection pitched a fine tent in that fabric.

He crawled onto the bed, covering her body with his own. Their chest met, nipples pressing together, and a soft whimper escaped Toadette’s lips.

“Oh yeah,” Toad groaned, nuzzling into her neck. His kisses travelled upward until his lips met hers. His tongue flicked against them, darting away and returning. Both let out a soft giggle.

“You get one taste,” she whispered, slowly opening her mouth.

He accepted the invitation. His tongue tickled hers before he delved deeper, exploring the wet warmth of her mouth. The taste was something sweet, making Toad’s smile widen. Several chills ran down Toadette’s spine, yet even the uncomfortable ones gave her a kick in excitement.

“Wanna spit in my mouth for me?” Toad asked, swapping positions with her so he was lying on his back. “Slowly.”

Toadette was stepping into new territory. She gathered her saliva, letting it swirl around for a few seconds, then placed her lips over Toad’s. Carefully she sent the warm stream down his throat. A tiny shred of pasta joined the flow. Toad’s grip on her tightened, his erection pressing insistently against her stomach.

Before he could continue, she had already lowered her head to his chest. Her lips found the left nipple. She latched on like a baby in desperate need of nourishment.

Soon a thin stream of milk entered her mouth, sweet like the milk in stores but warm from Toad’s body. He let out a high-pitched squeal before groaning. Toadette toyed with his nipple, flicking her tongue against it before swirling around it.

“Here,” she said, pushing her right tit in his mouth. “Drink up. Don’t you want my special strawberry milk?”

Toad responded with a deep suction. In seconds her breast was empty. As he pulled away, some of the milk smeared across his chin, which he licked away. “Yum,” he sighed, placing his finger in his mouth.

The sight made Toadette fidget. “I wanna suck on your toes,” she panted out. “Please?”

“Why are you begging me?” he chuckled, turning to the side and presenting his right foot. “Act like you deserve it, Toadette.”

He was right. Why beg him? She grasped his ankle firmly, bringing his foot to her lips where she could sniff his sole before settling on his toes. Her free hand stroked his smooth leg, and a deep moan left her as his toes wiggled against her tongue. The sheer sensation sent a fiery warmth through her, making her wetter than she’d ever been.

As her saliva soaked his toes, her hand descended her own body.

“Jack off,” she whispered, sucking harder on his big toe. When there came no response, she repeated the command louder. “Jack off! I said jack off!”

“Yes, Captain Toadette,” he moaned, stroking himself through his boxers. Despite the strangeness of having his feet licked, seeing Toadette so enthralled sent Toad on cloud nine. He squeezed his eyes shut, matching his pumps to the rhythm of her tongue as it slalomed between each and every toe.

She moved beyond sucking, now licking the slightly sweaty soles of his feet. The scent was undeniably musky, but it only heightened her hunger. Here was Toad, the only one in the castle who could go toe-to-toe with her. The power emanating from those feet tickled her feminine desires.

“Fuck, they’re so tasty,” she growled, letting them smother her tongue.

Soon Toad’s boxers dropped down, revealing something unexpected: his dick was covered in a blue shield. Toadette cocked her head. A condom?

He… He’s gonna go inside me?

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Author’s Note:
We’re reaching the triple digits! And to celebrate, Toadette will finally lose her virginity. Just imagine how this will go, knowing her new little foot kink.