Fiora and the White Goo

Author's Note: This story is set in modern-day Singapore, and so to keep it "real", I've included character dialogue that features our local dialect/slang Singlish (a.k.a Singapore-English). These phrases/words are written in italics.

For my international friends, I've added a translation for dialogue boxes with heavy Singlish Flair, written adjacent to them in parentheses. For relatively straightforward sentences, I've opted to let you guys try and decipher it for yourselves.

Cheers, and I hope you enjoy the story!

-Digi

“I write only because

There is a voice within me

That will not be still”

Gripping his Apple Pencil, the screen in front of him a blinding white, an empty void screaming to be filled. Yet Fiora could not bring himself to write a word on the document in front of him. An article for his journalism website was due by Sunday, and though he took the week off, he had managed to procrastinate through all but 2 days of it.

He groaned. A classic case of writer's block. Unlike Photography, writing to him felt like driving his head against a concrete wall. No matter how hard he tried, his words were always awkward and choppy, his articles half-assed and a mix between too lengthy and too short. This sudden change in job scope certainly wasn't what he signed on the dotted line for.

yawn~

Yet behind him, the reason why he even bothered challenging himself lay sprawled on the sofa behind him. Janine, his girlfriend and soon-to-be fiancé lazily stared at her phone screen, scrolling through her Instagram feed. Half her body had already slid off the sofa cushions, her toes absent-mindedly grasping and playing with the wooden shelving of the television stand.

"Hurry up woiii- I sit here don't know how long already and you still haven't finish. You ask me come here play phone or what?"

(Hurry Up! I've been sitting here for ages waiting for you to finish. Why'd you even ask me over if I'm only going to spend my time on my phone and not with you?)

Fiora put down the Apple Pen and swung his chair over. He apologetically smiled back at Janine as she glared daggers back at him. He stood up, stretched and walked over to the sofa, plopping himself next to her. He switched on the TV and was immediately greeted with a

"Who's Watching?"

He selected his own profile, then began scrolling through the selection of movies and films as Janine sat up and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Jujutsu Kaisen?" Fiora asked.

"Seen liao," Janine replied apathetically.

"Okay. How about Crazy Rich Asians?" Fiora responded.

"Aiyah! I cannot tahan that lao ahma. I feel like giving her one tight slap. No no no." Janine retorted. ( I can't stand that Mother. Just watching that movie makes me want to slap her)

"Fine fine. Let's try this."

Fiora hovered over "Hotel del Luna" and pressed play, hoping it would be enough to appease the cinematographic tastes of his girlfriend.

And for the most part, It did.

By episode six, a box of tissue paper had magically appeared on the coffee table in front of them, and by episode eight, half of it was gone. The enthralling Jang Man-Wol, the owner of the Hotel del Luna, whose heart had been frozen in ice ever since her last lover left her 500 years ago, was finally warming up once more to her new Hotel manager, Koo Chan-Sung. Their chemistry was unmistakable, with moments of intense passion mixed in with heart-wrenching twists that left both Fiora and Janine on the edge of their seats.

As the sunbeams faded from a glowing white to warm amber, the couple was occupied by the enchanting performance before them. And eventually, 4 pm became 7 pm, which soon became 10 pm, and eventually, the couple gave up binging the series at 3:20 am. As great as the series was, it wasn't worth sacrificing that much sleep for. Fiora left the room to get changed into something more comfortable, and came back to an already sleeping Janine, lying parallel to the television on his L-shaped couch. Thankfully she wasn't tall by any means, which gave him enough space to sleep perpendicular to her body. He drifted to sleep under the warm, dim glow of the bathroom light, in his gaze the sleeping face of his girlfriend

Fiora was stirred awake by the sudden, rapid buzzing of his phone. He squinted his eyes from the **** of his phone screen, his group chat blowing up with messages from his buddies. He looked at the phone clock, only to see that it had just turned 4:30 am. Exasperated and wondering why his teammates were even awake at this ungodly hour, he switched his phone to Do Not Disturb and tried to go back to sleep.

Until he felt something brush against his cock.

Now, normally Fiora had the decency to wear minimally a pair of shorts and undergarments to sleep, even in the blast furnace called "Singapore's weather". yet this time around he felt something stroking against his shaft.

He opened his eyes once more, only to see Janine's feet slowly stroking his flaccid cock up and down with their toes like they were trying to get a reaction out of it. Seeing this, his cock immediately shot to attention, which seemed to startle the feet as they shifted back in recoil. Janine had a small pair of size 5 feet with natural nails. though she didn't pay great deals of attention to her feet, she still bothered to get them done up once in a while and would lotion her feet regularly to keep them soft and supple. The feeling of her slightly sweaty feet dancing up and down his cock; the sensation of her smooth soles gliding along his shaft, her beautiful smile-

And that's when he realized that Janine wasn't exactly conscious. She was passed out, certainly in some version of La La Land, and probably dreaming that she was climbing some kind of weird, fleshy coconut tree with a very thin trunk. Fiora turned back to Janine's feet, which had turned to face him with their soles as if watching his next action. As he was about to wake Janine up, he felt a sharp stinging pain in his groin. Looking back, Janine's left foot had pinched the head of his penis with its big toe and second toe, while her right foot raised its big toe and swayed from left to right like it was waggling its finger at him...

Fiora continued to stare in awe at the two feet, who eventually let go of his tip, and turned their soles to face him. After about 30 seconds of eye contact, Fiora decided to break the silence.

"So uhhhh... Can y'all hear me?"

The two feet scrunched and flexed like they were nodding.

"Does she know that you're alive?"

The two feet swayed left and right. A No, it seems.

"Aight so I'm just going to put my dick away now-"

As Fiora reached for his waistband, Janine's right foot squished his hand with its leg, as her left positioned itself back over Fiora's cock. Letting them take the lead, Fiora retracted his hand as Janine's feet used their toes to rejuvenate his little member by rubbing it between their soles and arches. The feet clenched around the waistband of his trousers, dragging them down further so his balls could finally be free.

Like the nimble artists that they were, Janine's left foot squished Fiora's cock against his belly, pumping it with slow strokes while letting its toes dance around the tip of his cock. Meanwhile, her right foot caressed and teased his balls, stroking them with its toes and occasionally pushing them. The two feet worked in perfect rhythm, tugging and stroking him like they had been training for years. The sweat from her soles made them slide all the more easily up and down his shaft and balls.

Eventually, Janine's left foot knew that simply scrunching itself against his cock wouldn't be enough to make Fiora cum, so it enlisted the help of its sister to drag the cum out of its hiding spot. Both feet arched their bodies, forming the perfect foot-vagina that allowed Fiora's cock to glide in and out with ease. Fiora's head arched back in ecstasy. this was one of, if not, THE BEST footjob he'd been given by his girlfriend. And she wasn't even awake to give it! It was all thanks to those two lively little flesh devils determined to milk him for what it's worth.

As the two feet began to speed up and vary their rhythm, Fiora could feel the cum loading in his prostate, ready to blow. The feet grasped his cock with their toes and flipped themselves around, soles facing up to catch every little drop of semen Fiora could produce. Just as fast as it started, Fiora's rock hard cock had gone from completely flaccid to gooning all over those soft little size 5 feet of his girlfriend. The cum shot out of his tip like a howitzer, and Janine's feet wasted no time catching, collecting and otherwise sucking every bit of it.

Fiora noticed something in particular though. Her feet weren't just randomly pooling his semen. They were methodically ensuring as much of it got into the flat, exposed bits of her soles and toes, rather than all the little wrinkles, joints and crannies. As he sat there, overjoyed by the early morning footjob, he could see Janine's soles glistening with his cum, their toes curling and spreading the goop like they were playing with slime.

But unlike Fiora, these feet were relentless. Not even a minute after he came, they began to stroke and tug at his cock again. Fiora was startled to see them so eager for more cum, as they began to tug with more and more fervour. What surprised him most was that while they were glistening and slimy with cum a second ago, when they stroked his cock, it felt just like normal, sweaty sole skin. No trace of cum residue was left behind. It was almost as if they had absorbed all of his cum into their bodies.

Their motions began to draw Fiora's attention too. Unlike the first time, Janine's feet spent more time with his balls. Playing, rubbing and caressing them. At points, he swore he saw Janine's right foot take a step back and wiggle its toes at his ballsack, and he felt them jiggle and move around a little bit in response. But ultimately, the feeling of his incredibly sensitive cock being stroked by two silky soft soles who knew exactly how to please him made things better.

As he reached his second climax, the feet once again changed positions, and eagerly awaited the arrival of their milky comrades. Fiora jizzed with **** once more, and this time blew just as much as the first time. Janine's feet scrambled once more for every last drop of his virile seed.

At this point, Fiora was exhausted. Barely an hour of sleep and his cock was being assaulted by two beautiful semen demons who wouldn't let him take a break.

So imagine his response when they went in for round three.

As Janine's left foot once again reached in to tug at Fiora's cock, Fiora pushed it away, palm against the sole. He seriously underestimated the sheer strength in Janine's leg muscles. He had to make a very conscious effort to push her foot away, and it was certainly fighting back. When Janine's left foot had enough, its sister tagged in, forcing Fiora to fight a battle on two fronts. The herculean strength Janine's feet had was certainly ringing some alarm bells in his head. Fiora ultimately gave up after 5 minutes of wrestling her feet and just let them have their way with him.

Fiora watched as Janine's feet quickly changed tactics, almost entirely focusing on his balls, curling and scrunching their toes as if to directly coax the semen out from his body. As he felt the buildup of semen in his prostate signalling a release, he watched as the feet prepared themselves to catch his sperm. Then forcefully denied them.

With all the **** he could muster, he drove the semen back from his prostate and away from the feet. The feet, **** for more, tried to counter this by tugging faster and harder. he could feel their toenails digging into the skin of his shaft. In this game of tug-of-war, there would only be one winner. And that would be him. Just as fast as the urge came, Fiora felt it disappear. Fiora smirked, thinking that he had finally bested her feet.

Only to get kicked in the groin.

The impact was so forceful that the cum just shot out of him anyways. But instead of on the feet, it shot onto the nearby pillow instead.

Fiora cursed under his breath as he curled in recoil.

"This is what happens when you disobey us."

Two feminine voices echoed from behind him.

"What the-" Fiora looked up in horror.

He was met with both feet right in his face. In the glow of the yellow bathroom light, he could make out two faces, both shiny and glistening. Unlike the faces from his photography session with his colleagues, these faces were different. Yes, they were made from the soles of his girlfriend's feet, but their features were continuously shifting like each was trying to be a mess of 40 people at once. The eyes shifted from rounder, more sunken to slimmer, oblong Egyptian-style. Their mouths seemed to change lip size and plumpness, as well as general mouth shape, yet their voices remained the same throughout.

"I thought you guys didn't talk-"

"Not until now. Thanks for the little booster, but that was supposed to be for our fourth friend." The right foot cut in.

"Are you possessing my girlfriend's feet? What the fuck?! Get out!" Fiora replied indignantly.

"Think again baby. We're no more her doing than yours. You came on her feet. Not the other way around." The left foot said.