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It's just like any other regular afternoon. You have just finished another day at high school and all you want in this moment is to relax back home and watch something. You know that your parents had bought you a television for your birthday but thanks to mishaps with the delivery company, it didn't arrive until today. They promised to set it up in your room, ready for you to use once you came home from school.

True to their word, when you unlock the front door and head to your bedroom, you're greeted to the sight of your new television that sat on a table at the corner of your room. It wasn't too big or small for your liking, and it seemed like they got you a slightly older model than what most smart TVs would look like. Still, you didn't complain that much and you're happy enough that you can finally watch in peace and quiet with privacy from your bedroom.

You have a couple of hours to spare before your parents came back from work so you waste no time picking up the remote control.

You point and push the power button, hearing the appliance boot up and turn on for the first time. The TV's screen slowly illuminates with colour and you're greeted to a settings menu,

You quickly skim through the menu options. The usual channels and apps have been set up on the TV's built-in media player, allowing you to watch Netflix, Prime, and all those other streaming services without needing an external device. Your parents already signed you up for them so all you need is the family email and password.

But before you open and start setting it up normally, one of the setting options piques your interest.

'Desire Mode (currently in Beta)'

Curiously, you press it and read the description about this option.

'A special feature designed by the developers that allows users to explore their desires and fantasies in the safety of their homes.'

'Activate?'

You chuckle a bit nervously at the description, not sure what this means but your curiosity gets the better of you and decide to activate the setting. After all, what's the worst that could happen? It's probably a practical joke set by the developers.

With the press of a button, your TV suddenly glows brightly, nearly blinding you as you squint and cover your eyes with your arms. The room around you is also filled with a bright light, forcing you to keep your eyes shut.

A couple of seconds later, the light begins to die down and the room becomes quiet once more.

Confused, you lower your arms and slowly open your eyes to find that nothing has changed. Your bedroom looked exactly the same as before and the only thing that was different was the television screen showing Cartoon Network.

Letting out a sigh of disappointment, you rub the back of your head and laugh at your own foolishness. Perhaps you were expecting too much from a dumb TV setting.

Little did you know of the implications of your choice.

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Wednesday afternoon.

3.45pm.

You get off your designated stop from the school bus and walk towards your home. It's hot outside but you trek through the familiar surroundings of your suburban neighbourhood until you reach the cracked concrete path that leads to your front door. The weight of textbooks presses against your shoulders through your school backpack as you dig your hand inside your pocket for the house key. You had a particularly hard day especially with that difficult test you had to take in last period. You only hope that you didn't completely flunk it.

Unlocking the door and kicking off your shoes by the entrance mat, you make your way down the narrow hallway towards your bedroom door. Though, when you push it open, you didn't expect to find yourself staring at a teenage girl with short light-brown hair already sprawled lazily across your bed with one leg dangling off the edge. Well, maybe unexpected isn't entirely the correct word to use here considering this has been happening on a semi-regular basis. You went unnoticed as her brow furrowed in concentration, scribbling in her notepad with a coated biscuit stick hanging out of her mouth.

"Ritsu, you're here again?" you ask.

Without moving too much lest she lose her position, Ritsu puts down her notepad and swallows her snack. She throws her snack container into your bin and looks up at you with an indifferent look, "Yeah, and it took you long enough to get here. Tell your parents to buy more Pocky. We ran out."

You roll your eyes and drop your school bag on your bedroom floor, before sitting down on the end of the bed next to her.

Most of the characters that come out of your TV usually only come once, and their visits usually don't last more than a few minutes. It's fun when those moments last but it's understandable that they don't return a second time once you have your foot fun with them. So it's interesting that Ritsu Tainaka from the K-On anime you watched a few weeks ago be one of the exceptions. You haven't even put that show on for a while now but she keeps returning whenever she pleases as if your bedroom were her personal clubhouse. You suspect it's probably because of all the snacks such as Pocky and Oreos your parents had left for you. Half of which Ritsu has been eating without hesitation.

Not like you have a choice anyway in making her appear. For some mysterious reason, you can't seem to turn off the Desire Mode function from your television.

"Is there a reason you always come to my room? Don't you have your own place to go to? Or even band practice with your friends?"

Ritsu stretches her arms and shifts herself so she's slightly sitting up, "Eh, practice was cancelled today. Mio's sick or something. Besides, my place doesn't come with free snacks or a personal foot massager, especially one that loves feet," Ritsu teases.

She plops up her feet so they're on your lap, the sudden warmth making you blush. As much as you hate to admit it, you like how much she toys with you, especially with your foot fetish. Ritsu smirks and wiggles her toes beneath the fabric, knowing that she's got you wrapped around her finger. 

"Heh heh, you love them!~" Ritsu coyly states, "Okay peasant, you know the drill. Take my socks off."

You frown a little at what she just referred you as (especially since it's not even her place) but you know that you'll let it slide. And Ritsu knows that as well. You reach for her left foot and tug on her sock. With some effort, you slip it off her foot and reveal her bare toes. You do the same for the other foot but quicker, throwing the fabric on the floor.

"Goof. Now, rub," Ritsu says before she yawns.

You let out a sigh but comply anyway, placing your thumbs on the soles of her feet. You begin working them into the balls of her feet, earning yourself a soft moan from Ritsu in return. You continue the massage, kneading into her skin with your fingers, moving your way up her arch and occasionally giving her toes a light squeeze. The faint smell of footsweat and dirt hits your nostrils, but it's not strong enough to bother you.

A few minutes go by and you've finish massaging both feet, much to the satisfaction of Ritsu lying back, eyes closed, a grin on her face. She lifts her leg and places her left foot in front of your face, wiggling her toes.

"Wanna suck 'em?" Ritsu whispered.

You gulp and whimper, feeling your heart beat faster, as your eyes flicker between the wiggling toes inches away from your face and her smirking expression. Despite this rush of embarrassment, you find yourself nodding slowly and leaning forward in an almost hypnotic trance. Her smell becomes a bit more noticeable as your breathing turns into pants.

"They're all yours," she encourages in a teasing but soft voice.

She flexes her foot, bringing it closer to your lips before you instinctively part them and gently start sucking as each of Ritsu's toes enters your mouth. Your tongue glides along her soft skin, the distinctive saltiness accumulated from a long school day stimulating your tastebuds. You shudder at the taste, continuously feeling her toes wiggling and spreading more of her in you. It's getting more intoxicating with each passing moment like you're getting everything you ever wanted. Ritsu giggles at your efforts, her breath subtly quickening as she continues watching your every movement.

Without warning, her toes slide out of your mouth, a small trail of saliva connecting together before snapping, the remainder landing onto your chin. The room turns quiet as the tomboy stares at you with her brown eyes. You look back at her and pout involuntarily, your mouth tingling from where her toes had just been. You're not sure what she's thinking but a million thoughts race through your mind, assuming the worse.

A few agonising seconds pass by before it's broken by the sound of Ritsu chuckling.

" I guess you really like my feet, huh?~"

"I...I-uh, w-well..." You stutter in embarrassment as you try to compose yourself but before any more words come out of you, she switches feet and pushes a fresh set of toes back in.

"Less talking, more sucking." Ritsu muses, picking up her notebook to scribble again, "And buy me some more Pocky before I visit tomorrow."

You close your eyes and nod, giving in to her feet. You didn't care how much you had to pay for snacks just as long as you can do this again tomorrow.

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"Can I borrow your Switch?"

"No."

"Pleaseeeeee," Marcy whines, begging on the floor, "My other games are boring and I really wanna play Zelda so badly!"

"Still no."

Marcy pauses for a moment, to contemplate. Narrowing her eyes, she looks at you before smirking.

"Not even for feet?"

Your cheeks blush red at very pronunciation of that word. You have a love-hate relationship with that cursed television but you're genuinely surprised that it took pretty much a week til Marcy mentioned anything 'feet' related. You've summoned her a few times (after gave you permission to), and in pretty much all cases, she just plays Smash Bros, Mario Kart, or watch your favourite movies with her.

You love how similar your taste is with pop culture.

But still, you're adamant about your decision, especially when you didn't even summon her. You've seen how clumsy she is when you were watching Amphibia and there was no chance that thing wasn't getting broken if you let her take free reign over it.

Though, your facial expressions betrayed just how firm your 'no' is.

"What if… I play your Switch here and you can do anything you want to my feet," Marcy bargains.

You contemplate her offer. This would be the first time you would have any time with her feet.

And Marcy knows what your Kryptonite is.

"I dunno," Marcy begins, going for her bargaining kill, "Maybe I can use your face as a footstool, or use your tongue to clean them or we can see how many of my toes I can fit in your-"

Ugh, you know that you can't resist a good foot worshipping session.

"Okay, fine, you can play the Switch here," you comply, quickly shutting her up, "But don't delete any of my save data."

Marcy's face beams at your change of heart.

Setting up Marcy's account on your Switch is an easy feat. Sure, she could've done it herself (and she insisted several times), but you want to be cautious. Finishing the account making process and inserting your Breath of the Wild game card, you pass back your Switch to her, who is now cozying herself on your bed. At least she's not trying to hog all the space on your bed.

But it's not like it's going to matter, especially for what you're getting in return.

"Soooo, how do you wanna do the feet thing?" Marcy innocently asks, her eyes already on the Switch screen, "I'll take anything, as long as you're not too distracting, m'kay?"

You nervously blush, despite her nonchalant attitude and the fact that she is letting you do this. If she wasn't already focused in on her game, it would've been a lot more embarrassing.

It's your first time doing this with her, so you'll just take it slow.

For the both of you.

"J-just use my face as a footstool."

Marcy chuckles at your request but obliges, "Yeah, okay! Just lie down and get comfy!"

Scurrying over to the bedside, you lay down on your back on the floor, your head right next to the bed. You turn your head to look up, seeing Marcy's bare feet dangling off the side. You watch as her toes wiggle in front of you.

"Ready?" Marcy asks from above. She pauses her game momentarily and makes eye contact with you.

"Ready."

You hear the sound return from your Switch as her feet descend onto you, immediately feeling the sensation of her warm and soft soles idly rubbing on your face. The smell isn't strong enough for you to react erratically but they carried a slightly earthy scent that starts to linger into your nose. Her foot sweat smears on your face, getting it dirtier with each passing moment, yet it strangely feels comforting. You relax and close your eyes as she caresses every part of your face even though she was almost ignoring you thanks to your Switch.

Marcy continues to rub her feet all over you, occasionally using her toes to press down on your nose, playfully plying against it. With the ball of her foot covering your mouth, you're forced to take deeper breaths from your nostrils, in turn causing the smell to become stronger. You hear Marcy giggle a little from this, and feel her toes flexing with twitchy movements. It only makes you want to inhale even harder.

But almost without warning, she shifts the position of her feet downwards and brings her toes to your lips.

The sound of your Switch comes to a temporary pause and you open your eyes to see Marcy looking right at you.

Smirking.

"I said don't distract me," Marcy scolds light-heartedly, "Now you gotta suck my toes as punishment."

She un-pauses and the sound of Link fighting enemies fills the room. But below her, she pushes her toes further against your lips one more time before your bodily instincts kick in and you open your mouth to accept her punishment. The taste of her sweat and foot grime instantly hit you as her toes slide right in and your tongue snakes around them. The sweat that once coated her toes now replaced with saliva. Having Marcy take a dominating role with you feels strangely dangerous. You hope that you're not creating a monster with what you're doing.

Though honestly, you didn't care too much. Marcy's a person that you would give almost anything to make her happy. From the moment you watched her character introduction in Amphibia, you became absolutely captivated by her. Her adorkable personality just radiates pure joy in a way that you can 100% relate to. She's gone through so much suffering in her show that you want to make her forget those negative emotions through your actions.

Though Marcy was largely more focused on her game, from your moaning, toe-sucking, and the attention you're giving her, you see a small smile creep up on her face.

Even if it lasts for just a moment. It's worth seeing her happy.

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A bet was made.

It all started yesterday when you watched Marcy struggle to beat Tidus, Selphie, and Wakka in Kingdom Hearts to the point that her gameplay was distracting you from the foot worshipping you were giving her.

"Marcy, you know they're optional, right?" you asked after another failed attempt.

"Yeah, but I was this close," Marcy pouted, "As if you can do better…"

You playfully scoffed, "You wanna bet? I'll even raise the stakes and say I can beat them in real life!"

"All of them?"

You paused, and thought about it carefully, "Two of them. Tomorrow. And you get to decide which two."

Marcy grabbed your hand to shake it, "Deal! You're on! Um… you can keep licking my feet now if you want…"

One day later, and you're outside in the backyard staring directly at Tidus and Selphie, both of them sporting yellow clothes, sandals, and their respective 'weapons' of wooden stick and skipping rope. You nervously clutch a sparring stick that Marcy lent you for the occasion. On the bright side, it's not their adult Final Fantasy counterparts you're fighting.

Regardless, it's still two on one.

From the sidelines, a seated Marcy explains the rules: when she shouts 'go', you have to strike your opponents below the neck and make them fall down in order to win.

Sounds simple.

"Ready?"

Everyone nods and assumes their stances. Tidus spins his wooden pole around confidently, while Selphie playfully twirls her jump rope.

"Set!"

You grip your stick tighter, and a bead of sweat rolls down your hair. Your fingers tingle.

"Go!"

Almost immediately, Tidus runs and lunges at you first which you parry. Selphie follows with her rope swinging at your ankles, but you jump to dodge it. They're faster than expected but you remain determined. You swing at Tidus, who blocks it effortlessly as Selphie tries to attack below. You see it coming and wrench free but stumble back and lose balance momentarily.

That's all they need. Taking advantage of that, Tidus charges from the left as Selphie moves opposite. Your movements become uncoordinated trying to parry both. You don't know which blow lands first. Before catching your breath, you're knocked down, grass pressing against your back. Your stick flies from your grasp like your dignity.

You lose.

"Aw man, that was too easy," Tidus says.

You're too exhausted to care and you close your eyes to rest, only for them to snap open when you feel a weight on your body. Selphie stands triumphally over you, one bare foot pressing gently on your chest. Her sandals lie on the grass beside her.

"You're not bad," Selphie says smugly with a wink. She shifts her foot closer to your face, "But you're no match for us!"

You watch as she lifts up her foot and places it directly on your face. Her sole rubs all over you, each movement smearing more dirt on your skin. The smell of grass and sweat lingers throughout but you can't help but find it soothing even through the humiliation. It's sort of nice, and it's not as overpowering as you'd initially expect.

Suddenly, Selphie lifts up her foot and plants her other one even more upwards to grip your nose between the gaps of her toes. You're taken back a little at the sudden dominance of this girl but you let her take control, and you breathe deeply. Instantly, you're bombarded by the intoxicating smell from the most concentrated parts of her foot. Most of your face is covered by feet but your eyes catch Selphie's smirk above.

Being completely at her mercy like this feels weirdly thrilling.

"I want you to kiss them now!" Selphie taunts, changing the position of her foot.

Without hesitation, you pucker up against the ball of her foot and start planting kisses. You shiver, your body hot with pleasure, as she slides her foot back and forth making sure you're covering every part of her foot. The scary part is that you're liking your submissive position. A few minutes blur past as you continue lavishing Selphie's foot for what you wish could last forever.

"That's enough," Tidus interrupts, "It's my turn now!"

Selphie smiles and steps off your chest, giving you a moment of reprieve. Though, it's short-lived as Tidus swiftly takes over and plumps his weight onto your torso. Without warning, he turns around to face you and presses his bare feet against your face. He's way more aggressive than Selphie, using his position to constantly smother you, the warmth and smell from his feet more potent than hers. And yet, you want more.

Tidus looks at you and smirks, fully aware by how much you're actually enjoying this.

"Are you sure you didn't lose on purpose," Tidus taunts. He shifts his foot back so his toes are gently resting on your lips, "Go on, I know you want to."

He's right. You want it badly.

You part your lips and let Tidus push his toes into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them and letting the taste of teenage sweat and dirt flood your mouth. Tidus lets out a chuckle, wiggling his toes playfully and making you cover more of his skin. Your heart beats faster and faster as your sense of taste, touch, and smell get overstimulated by his feet. A strange heat rises in your cheeks, a wave of embarrassment clear on your face. The sun slowly beats down on you as Tidus's toes continue wiggling in your mouth.

You wonder how Marcy's feeling about this.

"Hey guys, I'm heading inside," you hear her voice faintly in the distance, presumably to play your games inside, "Take all the time you need on him. Just don't go too far. He still needs to play with my feet as well!"

You hear the backdoor slide shut just as you hear Selphie complain about having her feet dirty again.

If there's one thing you've learned is that to never take another bet again.