"Ready to ditch this joint, Anon?" 

You were born ready. It was a hot day, the classes at Crystal Prep were especially mind-numbing. And your best friend, your pal, your homeboy, your rotten soldier, your sweet cheese. your good-time boyeh, and your girlfriend, Indigo Zap, had invited you to stay over at hers for the night.

"My parents aren't home," she said that very morning, stepping on your foot in the hallway. The way she wrapped her arms around your neck and gazed into your eyes as she made her offer caused you feel as if you were a loaf of white bread on a shelf, and a blonde woman had just taken notice of you. Not that you needed any extra convincing.

"Here, hold this for me," Indigo said, handing you her backpack. You placed it on your back along with your own, with difficulty, as she climbed onto her dirtbike. "Well? C'mon, we're burning daylight!"

"I still can't believe they let you take this thing and let you ride it to and from school after the Games. Was it supposed to be a prize or something?" you asked, climbing onto the back of the bike, wrapping your arms tightly around her.

"Why did they let me take this thing? I'm not gonna pretend I know, but it was actually my parents who handed it over to me for my birthday. They were the ones to grab it," she responded, as your arms around her waist tightened.

"Sheesh, Anon. You hold me harder than you hold my socks after a run. No one's gonna TAKE me from you, you know," she laughed, revving the bike. "You're the hottest thing in school."

Refusing to let up your grip, you placed on your helmet as she did hers. "We just can't afford hospital bills, alright? Just...lemme hold on tight."

"If your family can afford to go to Crystal Prep, they can afford a broken bone or two. Now, HANG ON!" she shouted, and immediately sped off on the dirtbike.

Your girlfriend was grinning like a maniac, popping wheelies and drifting around corners like a professional. You were pretty sure the two of you were breaking several rules of the road, and you clutched Zap tighter for dear life with every second that passed.

Just as you were attempting to make peace with your maker, signing the cross mentally, you found that Indy had come to a complete stop in front of her fancy suburban crystalline-looking mansion. 

"That was a ride, huh Anon?" your bro said, patting you on the back while you shakily got off the bike, resisting the urge to kiss the ground.

All that being said, you...kind of liked it.

"No cars in the driveway. Let's go chill!" she said, running up to her front door and into the house, beckoning you along.

You arrived in your girlfriend's foyer just in time to see her kick off her black and blue uniform sneakers, leaving only her socks in their place. "Shoes off, Anon. I'm not gonna get whooped for tracking dirt. I mean, isn't that why you always wanna come over in the first place?"

You gulped, excited, kneeling down to untie your own shoes. Just as you began, you found your face occupied by Zap's foot, still encased in its uniform sock. Looking up above her toes to her smug face, you saw that she was balancing on her left leg to grind her right foot across your burning face.

"Yeah, you were looking forward to that, huh? Don't worry, that won't be all," she giggled, smearing her foot all the way across your face from cheek to cheek.

Mumbling your appreciation, you stood back up, your face filled with the warmth of Indigo's tired foot after a long day. "Uhm...so...time to chill, then?"

Indigo pumped her fist, leading you to her massive living room. "Let's go! What'll it be this time, hot stuff? Pool? Video games? Snacks? Trampoline?"

The pool, you certainly wouldn't be opposed to. The way she rocked that bikini of hers...those toned abs, the curves...

"Actually, I'm up for smashing you. In a game, that is. But sure, that too, whatever gutter your mind's in," she said after a few seconds. "Hit me."

You sat down on one of her couches with her, in front of one of her TVs. Indigo flopped down on the same couch on her back, tapping your shoulder with her toe for attention. As soon as you looked over towards her, she pulled off her uniform socks one at a time, purposefully, to reveal the impossibly soft wonders within.

She playfully tossed both of her socks onto your face, where they slid down onto your lap. "Keep 'em. And let me know when your braincells reboot, I'll go with any game."

"I can keep them?! Uh, I mean..." you shouted, snapping back to attention, taking her generous gift of warm socks and placing them in your pocket. "I mean, we haven't done two-player GES yet, have we?"

"A competitive game of Gaea Everfree's Saga? Yeah sure dude, I'm in!" Indigo agreed. She leapt off the couch and knelt down in front of her CRT TV, (because that's what true gamers used) and plugged in the system. Her pale, athletic-looking soles faced towards you, the toes bent against the floor so they were taut, stretched.

As your bro fiddled around with the game cartridge and the red, yellow and white wires, you decided to sneakily pull your phone from your pocket. Unable to resist a chance to add to the collection of pictures you had of her feet (that you kept around for totally legitimate, definitely non-creepy reasons) you fired off your camera several times at her bare soles just below her skirt.

And that was when you realised that you hadn't turned off the sound of your camera shutter.

The game was turned on the second your Indigo-bro heard the sounds. Her body froze up, and she quickly looked behind her to see your phone in her hand. She had a good laugh, standing up and plopping down on the couch next to you.

"Really Anon? You've sucked on my toes on the field. You had me step on you in the school's boxing ring. You kept up with me on my once-a-week runs home, and sniffed 'em right after. And you still think you need candid pics?"

You grabbed the controller Indigo handed you, sighing, your face flushing from embarrassment. Even though it really shouldn't have at that point.

"Look, I'm with the photography club here. I gotta capture the best moments...right? The best angles?" you tried to explain.

"Gimme a heads up next time. I'll put on whatever pose you want," she replied, winking. 

That was something you were REALLY going to have to take her up on later. 

"You ready? Last one to get the secateurs and kill the forest monster is a can of rotten spam," Indigo Zap said, turning herself sideways on the couch and kicking back. Her bare feet swung over your legs, casually coming to a stop right on your lap. She pulled the goggles she wore down over her eyes, shifting and adjusting the positions of her feet between your legs, forcing you to think about how soft they were. The warmth radiating from them. How good they tasted.

"H-Hey, I'm not ready. You can't do that," you protested. You may have been a little obsessed with your girlfriend-bro's soles, but that didn't mean you had to let her have any unfair advantages!

Indy shook her head, chuckling while she pressed her soles around your bulge. "Why's that? Don't tell me you're not locked in here! Now press start, I wanna kick your butt! Though not too hard, cause you might end up liking it."

You started to undo your pants, simply because they were becoming so snug, so sticky, because of her awful teasing. "Just...lemme have a quick one with them, then we can start. Can't..."

Your beloved dirt-bike diva put a hand over yours, scooting back a few inches so her heels rested on your thigh instead of directly between your legs. "Nuh uh. I'll pull 'em back. Want your precious footjob, dude? Beat me in the game. If I win though, you gotta be my butler for a week. Always kinda wanted one to feed me grapes and fan me with palms and stuff. Sunny says it's awesome. Oh, and foot rubs too."

"Is...is that a bet? This is sounding like a bet," you said, putting a hand on Indigo's right foot.

"You bet your bottom dollar it was, Anon. Beat me or...feet me?" she replied, pressing start. 

"Feet me?" you raised an eyebrow at your girlfriend, pressing start as well.

"It's a work in progress. Shut it and let's get on with it."

Empowered by the promise of cumming all over Indigo Zap's sexy, curling toes rested on your leg, you clutched your controller and locked in for Competitive Mode. You were SPEEDRUNNING that stuff. Nothing was gonna stop you.

You got everything you needed from the gardeners in record time. You reached the godfather. The dark wizard was as simple as could be.

You noticed an extra weight on your leg. A softer kind of pressure. Looking down for a brief second, you saw Indigo's soles applying force to your leg. Her tongue was outside the corner of her mouth, and she was just as hyperfocused as you were.

Thankfully, you picked up every item you needed along the way to give to the necromancer. Indigo noticed just how far you were getting ahead of her, and started to scrunch her strong toes against your leg. You started to notice that they also began to inch their way inwards, back towards your bulge that just would never go down.

Not fair, certainly, but you were too deep into the game to object. You couldn't allow the smooth sensation to distract you. You had a pair of secateurs to bless, and the fact that-

Suddenly Indigo's perfect, curvy feet shoved their way into your bulge. Her toes grabbed onto your tip, sliding up your bulge to clutch your zipper and pull it down. You scrambled to hold onto your controller, but you couldn't hold it through your groaning and dropped it on the floor.

Ok, NOW you could object.

"I-Indy, I TOLD you you couldn't do that! That's not f-fair, would you..." 

"Cut it out? Take my grippers off Anon Jr.? Don't gimme that. Doesn't matter how hard you gotta explode, you and I both know you're not gonna finish that sentence. Better hurry, I made it to the moon!" she giggled, taunting you.

The nature spirit had performed his enchantment ritual, but your girlfriend had already made it to the boss. Trying so hard to ignore her toes digging into your boxers to fish out your twitching member, you pushed your character as fast as he could go towards the final boss of competitive mode. With any luck, your RNG would pull through and allow you to take over Indigo Zap's record timing.

Leaning forward. White-knuckling the controller. Using every boost possible to your combat.

None of that got you past halfway on the boss before your girlfriend let out a cheer, pumping her fist. "YEAH HAH, HAHA! THE FAIRY QUEEN IS SAVED!"

Her soles grasped snugly around your cock, toes curled up tight, forcing you to close one eye and clench your teeth. "You KNOW that w-wasn't fair, I thought we agreed on no distractions!!"

"Yeah? Then you shoulda spoke up, dude. I didn't hear YOU complain about it. Well, not more than once, anyway," she laughed, dragging the smooth bottom of her foot right over your tip. "Now I think you owe me a foot rub, dude. Maybe I should ask Sunny Flare to tailor you a butler outfit."

Indigo took her warm feet off your erection, leaving it throbbing for attention, deprived of her touch. You gave her a pained, frustrated scowl as she placed them both in your hands instead.

"You're gonna have to get to it. And stop staring at me with them big ol' eyes. I know I won, but I'm not gonna blueball you, I promise," she sighed, a smug grin on her face. She flexed her toes and crossed her legs, as if beckoning you. "Well?"

Knowing that you were defeated, you grumbled and gave your Indigo-bro a half-grin, starting by pinching each of her toes, pulling them back and forth one at a time. She pulled her goggles back up, put her hands behind her head, laying back and loudly sighing. "Yeahhh, just like that. Glad I got a freak like you around. A little longer with the toes, please."

Suppressing the aching need between your legs, you locked your fingers in between all of Indigo Zap's toes, firmly kneading the soft upper areas of her feet. Her toes flexed against your fingers in appreciation for your firm squeezing, and she hummed softly as you continued your work.

"Man, that's nice, Anon...I know I'm gonna get you to do my homework for me and fetch me soda and stuff, but you're gonna have a long week of this..." she said. Your bro uncrossed her legs, pressing her left foot against your cheek.

You turned to Indigo, your face flushing completely red. She knew just how to push your buttons the right way.

"Problem with that? No? Thought so, ya big freak," she said, snickering. Her pale bare foot ever so slowly dragged down over your cheek, down your chest, sending a pleasured shiver through your system before it rested next to the single foot in your lap.

You grabbed onto both of them once again, thumbs against the upper areas. You gave them both hard squeeze, and that combined with the slow circular motions of your thumbs caused your girlfriend to sigh happily. 

"M-Man, Sour's gonna hate that I'm getting this for free...well, I guess not free, but close enough," she murmured. She then slipped one foot from your hands, weighing the entire sole over the underside of your cock, which pinned it to your lower body.

As the shock of pleasure wore off, and you were able to focus on moving your thumbs downwards on the one foot in hand, Indigo very carefully began to drag her other sole back and forth. She knew JUST the right pace to keep you on edge, and the heat, the skillfulness, was beginning to drive you crazy.

"Alright, I know you're freaking out, dude. I got you. Just gimme a second," Zap said. She rolled over onto her belly, both of her pale, beautiful feet flipped upside down. The shiny undersides faced upwards, the inner sides joining together around the base of your aching member and began to move up and down together.

You began to pant and gasp in pleasure, amazed at how easily she was handling such a task from behind. Indigo rested her head on one of her hands, giving you a playful, yet determined smirk, flashing you the peace sign. "Yeah I know, I can do it backwards too. Don't even have to look. Cool, right?"

Your girlfriend's feet started to move up and down your shaft in opposing directions, gliding backwards and forwards on the middle to occasionally clench her toes around you. The fluids leaking onto her toes and her expertly-trained soles continuously made her work easier, smoother, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You reached down and squeezed one of the pillows under you, your body shaking in barely-contained excitement in an effort to hold back against the sensation of her tender, supple soles pleasuring your cock. 

"Gonna bust? Yeah, go ahead and glaze 'em. Make sure you get it everywhere!" Indigo said. Her toes on her left foot suddenly splayed outwards, and two of them grasped onto the base of your member tightly. The back of her other foot continuously slid up and down the shaft, steadily applying pressure with each stroke, rendering you helpless and unable to so much as twitch. You were helpless, your cock held firmly against her warm, sexy sole in all directions, and the dam soon burst as a result.

You found yourself in a dizzying haze of pure bliss as you unloaded what would pass as a week's worth of your seed onto your girlfriend-bro's sole, while her other foot continuously pumped you and her toes squeezed you for more.

Indigo Zap then quickly switched up the position of her feet to once again be stroking the sides, soles facing upwards while your hips bucked. It allowed the remainder of your enormous load of essence to land all over both undersides of her soft feet, leaving both pale soles as a sticky, dripping mess from heels to between her toes.

She looked down over her back, watching with amusement and delight as you were milked for all you were worth, flexing her toes and rubbing her soles together around your spurting cock, ensuring a roughly-even coating of your essence all over her perfectly-sculpted feet.

"Man, you didn't mess around here, Anon. It's like you never lost the game," Indy giggled. "Didn't even need to bother taking off my skirt. You're so easy to get off."

"Gahhh...you didn't exactly get with a casanova here, you know..." you sighed. Indigo turned herself over onto her back, placing her soaked feet in your lap as before. 

"Don't worry about it. That just means I get you to myself. Perv out on 'em for a little while longer, and then whaddya say you start your butler stuff?" your bro proposed.

You rested your hands upon Indigo's beautiful, messy feet. It didn't matter how many times you'd gotten intimiately familiar with every detail. There was no danger of your mind ever getting bored.

"If it makes you feel any better, like I said, it's gonna be mostly massages. I could use them more than most. Besides, you could always turn it into sex, right?"

You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly while holding her feet and rubbing them together lewdly. The appealing sight was more than enough to get you hard, wanting, all over again.

One thing was for certain. Others couldn't make fun of you ever again because you lost the game.