[Story] Into the Feet-verse (Patreon)

The following story includes sexual content and elements of foot fetish. All characters depicted in this work are adults.

Note: The content of this story is purely fictional.

There I am, minding my own business. I walk through the school and its corridors packed with boys and girls of my age; in the case of the former, they wear deep blue blazers with ties and gray pants, while the latter uses a similar attire, except for the plaid skirts and high socks. "This place needs some color." I think to myself as I walk away.

That is the last observation I can make before my schedule takes me from one classroom to another. From math class to Spanish class. From philosophy to P. E. It's my first day, but both the demanding teachers, as well as the tons of homework they give, make me feel like I've already studied for a whole semester. Luckily, lunchtime arrives. I'm not even hungry. I only need some peace.

I find a table, away from everyone, where I can make some sketches with no prying eyes around me. From my backpack, I take out my colorful, mosaic-adorned notebook. Page after page, I find drawings of barefoot girls that put a smile on my face. None of them are real people, but fictional characters from the series and movies I watch on T.V.

I take out my pencil case. I'm about to open it, but it's stuck. I pull hard on it, even using my teeth. All my attempts are futile. As a last resort, I bang the box against the table. It works, but my pencils go flying in all directions. I stand there aimlessly, doing nothing but blink like a fool. At least my misfortune is some entertainment for others.

At the table in front, a petite girl with short blonde hair giggles at my clumsiness. After that incident, her blue eyes meet mine. I smile, and she reciprocates. Shortly after, we each direct our attention back to our respective businesses. She continues to enjoy her lunch, and I pick up my stuff from the floor.

With all my pencils in place, I grab one of them, looking back at that same young woman from the beginning. Discreetly, I stare at her for a few moments. The strands of hair falling gracefully onto her face not only charms me, allowing me to appreciate the girl's natural beauty, but also motivates me to do something I wouldn't dare to do before.

I'm a little hesitant at first, but the graphite tip goes over the surface of the blank sheet anyway. I start drawing that short blonde hair. Then, a pair of eyebrows, one of them pierced. I continue with two big, expressive eyes, followed by a snub nose. Not to mention those soft-looking lips that laughed at me a few moments ago.

I keep going for a while. Until the bell rings, telling me it's time for the next class. I pick up my belongings and stand up, exchanging glances with the one who was my inadvertent model. Once again, she smiles at me. So I start to head over to her table, to take the chance and get to know her better.

"Hi, I'm Gwen."

She introduces herself.

"My name is Anon."

I reply, walking towards her.

She opens her mouth as if she's going to tell me something else, but her expression changes before any words come out.

" What the heck? Did you-"

Gwen arches an eyebrow as she scans me from head to toe.

"Sorry, I can't stay to chat. I'm late."

I cut her off, resuming my walk as I noticed her changing mood.

"Did she find out what I was doing? How? Ugh. It doesn't matter. She must be thinking I'm a creep for drawing her!" 

I scold myself, loosening the knot of my tie.

After such an awkward situation, I arrive at the corresponding classroom. Just like in the cafeteria, I choose a spot away from the attention of others. This time, the desk in the corner is perfect for me. Moments later, the same blonde girl I was briefly talking to walks in, taking a seat a couple of rows in front of me.

She turns her head, glancing at me over her shoulder. Once again, she arches that inquisitive eyebrow of hers. 

"Is this gal making sure she doesn't lose sight of me or something?" 

I bury my nose between my book's pages.

I never thought I'd say this, but I thank heaven when the teacher walks in to start classes. The lights go out. A projection illuminates the blackboard. For a moment, I can take a deep breath and focus on the video of Olivia Octavius, who explains the details of her multiverse theory.

However, it seems the only object of study that Gwen is interested in is me.

There she is, still staring at me through the corner of her eye. After she is sure we are making eye contact, she looks down at the floor and unlaces one of her aquamarine ballet shoes. She takes it off, revealing a long, slender-shaped foot, the surface of which shines due to the black stockings the schoolgirl is wearing.

"I wish she was barefoot..."

I surprise myself with how my libido betrays me, even under these circumstances.

I haven't even finished putting my thoughts in order when she gives her next step. Using one finger, she rips open the dark fabric to make sure everything below her right ankle is exposed.

After that, the girl returns her attention to the front. I thought that was it, but I was wrong. Gwen flexes her leg, pointing and arching her foot towards the ground. As she pushes down the tops of her toes, scrunching them, she reveals the countless wrinkles on her sole.

“How can she think of doing something like this in the middle of class? I know the lights are out, but someone might see her."

I put a hand to my forehead. But also, the other one to my crotch to cover a just woken-up erection.

Following the previous show, she lifts her leg slightly, suspending her bare foot a few inches off the floor, just to put her flat back on. Dangling from the tips of her toes, the shoe swings, back and forth, slapping the thin girl's heel. Such a tease only makes my boner start to hurt.

As soon as the class ends, I get up from my desk with the intention to confront Gwen about her behavior. It would have been impossible for me to catch her anyways. The teacher intercepts me. "I noticed how distracted you were during the entire class." He starts to lecture me about it and I can't do anything but see how she rushes away with the other students. As the room begins to empty, I see her smirking at me from afar.

The rest of the day continues without any other incident. Ready to retire to my dormitory, I head to my locker… That's when my heart and penis nearly jump out of my chest and pants, respectively. In front of me lay a pair of aquamarine flats with long laces, lying all over my stuff.

I look furtively at my surroundings. And since I am alone, I surrender without fear to my instincts. I take a flat and bring it to my nose, digging it into the insole, right where the balls of the feet rest. Just a quick whiff to make sure no one catches me. A soft mixture of sweat and used leather intoxicates my senses.

I put both treasures in my backpack and turn around to go for some privacy.

"Hey, Anon! If you want to get rid of that cheesy smell later, you better use an air freshener in your locker or something."

Gwen jokes, arms folded while she leans against the wall.

"Those pine-shaped ones? Yeah, I love your odor, but people may find it weird that my books stink so bad."

I agree with her, calmly walking away.

Seconds later, my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as I realize what is happening.

"Wait a moment! Y-You?!"

I point at her.

"Don't worry. You can keep them. I have an extra pair."

The blonde grins, showing off a slight gap tooth.

"Why are you doing this? I mean. Don't get me wrong! I'm not mad for being teased by a girl like you, but we just met today and- Wait, we don't even know each other. How do you know I like feet?"

"It's not hard to tell when you're walking around with that tent in your pants."

She points down my crotch, keeping that calm tone.

"Fine. If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to. But I'll keep your shoes, because getting rid of a gift is rude."

"I see. You are a pervert, no matter which version of the multiverse you are."

She laughs.

That answer forces me to stop and wonder if I'm dealing with a prankster, or a dangerous, crazy woman.

"All right! I don't want to scare you, but this is getting boring." 

The girl says in a more serious tone, as she starts to walk on the wall, stepping firmly and standing tall. 

" We need to talk, Anon." 

She says, positioned on the ceiling, upside down.

She is not like the other girls. Like no one else I have met before. So, I decided to listen to her. Due to administrative reasons, I do not have a roommate. Since girls aren't allowed in boys' dorms, Gwen uses her strange powers to sneak through the window, in order to not be seen by the security guards. Now having a place to talk without being disturbed; we speak for hours.

"One day, this weird thing happened. And I mean, like, really weird. I was blown into last week. Literally. I landed in New York, but not my New York. My spider-sense told me to head to Visions Academy. I wasn't sure why until I met you... Where I come from, I couldn't save my best friend, Anon. I couldn't save you."

The girl explains.

Still not assimilating all the implications behind the existence of other dimensions, and the fact that I have died in one of them, I plop on the bed. The only thing that returns me to the familiar, is the vision of the footwear that Gwen had given me. Currently lying beside her. Which then brought me to my next question.

"And was indulging my foot fetish the best way to approach me?"

"The first time I saw you in the cafeteria, you reminded me of him. But I never thought you were him. I mean, you. I mean- You know what I mean! You are different from your version of my New York. Your hairstyle is different, your way of speaking. And man, have you been skipping your gym sessions?"

She makes fun of me.

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Pffft… Okaaay! Maybe I took the role too seriously. But you must understand that your other you and I used to be close. Like, very close. And let's say this was common among us. That is why I thought teasing you was the best way to make sure that you were you. And what a surprise! I was right! Buuut, maybe I should have just taken a look at this."

She confesses, whipping through my colorful, mosaic-adorned sketchbook and rubbing my thigh with the tips of her toes.

"All drawings of barefoot girls and- Oh! Is this me? Well, it's not perfect. But I think I look good. I'm surprised you only drew me with my shoes on."

She points at the sketch of her I did hours ago.

"Ripping one of your stockings was a bit extreme, tho. Don't you think?"

I reply, as I accept her advances and start to unzip my pants. All the while paying attention to her reaction. Just to make sure I don't go further than I should.

"What a pig you are, Anon. You didn't even wait for my answer and you're prepared to pull your dick out already."

"I'm sorry, but I've been holding back all day because of you. I think this is more than fair."

"I'm not so sure about this anymore. It is kind of sick if you think about it, man. I'm about to jerk off my dead best friend with my feet."

Gwen argues, drawing her foot back.

But my penis is already out, firm as a mast and twitching almost as fast as my heart is pounding.

"All right, never mind. Let's end this thing. These bad boys have been soaking all day, but I know you wouldn't get mad because they reek."

She agrees at the end, smiling from ear to ear as she scrunches her toes, cracking them, more than ready to stomp my face.

The first thing the schoolgirl does is rub one foot of hers against the other. One is still covered by the black stocking fabric, while the other is nude. She places both soles against my face, which are somewhat rough. Except for those meaty and smooth pads of skin that she has as balls of her feet.

Happy to finally let her bad boys breathe, Gwen stretches and wiggles her toes, tapping my forehead and squeezing my nose between her pronounced arches. Taking advantage of that, I take a deep whiff. A musky smell hits my senses. My body shakes, making it impossible for my member to contain itself.

"Are you okay, Anon? I barely touched you, and you're losing yourself."

She bumps my cheek with her well-shaped heel, pointing at the pre cum oozing out of the tip of my penis.

I moan without uttering a word. The blonde shrugs, wrapping both soles around my manhood in response. They are so sweaty that there is no need to use lube, which is something that enhances the experience for me, but also might cause unexpected results.

As soon as the girl tries to pinch the tip of my penis between her big toe and her second toe, it slips away. A second attempt goes no better, even if she tries to hold on tighter. Such a squeeze gives me more pleasure, causing her to soil her bare toenails with more goo.

In the end, Gwen opts for a more comfortable position. Using the top of her left foot, covered with black stocking cloth, to hold my shaft, she rubs the ball of her nude right foot against my glans from side to side with a relaxed pace, allowing me to feel each detail, imperfection, and wrinkle of her warm sole.

I help a little, moving my hips back and forth. I'm not only amplifying my pleasure, but also allowing me to fuck her feet as I thrust my rock-hard boner in between them. My entire body shudders from a sensation that pumps from the base of my penis to its tip. I tense up, bursting all over Gwen's feet.

However, she does not stop there as she continues to jerk me off. Her feet keep rubbing my pole, giving it an occasional buck from one of them to make it twitch. This girl knows I like it rough, so she does that with a teaser smirk on her face, milking me dry since I shot a big one for the second time.

My flaccid penis twitches a few more times and she makes sure to catch every last drop of my semen, scooping it up with the tip of one of her big toes.

Globs of white cum drip over the tops of Gwen's feet. She cracks her toes after a job well done, spreading them only to stare in surprise at the sticky strands between them.

"Why are you so sweaty? Don't tell me you're already tired, Anon. Cus the mess you made on my feet is just the beginning."

She says, ditching her soggy black stockings and using them to take the gooey stuff off her.

Squeezing the same black stockings in her hands until they are a ball, she then throws them at my face to mess with me, before we both notice the sound of someone tapping on the window...