I’m getting to it

Daniel hopped off the bus, eager to begin his investigative work into what exactly attacked his girlfriend in school. Maybe it was a wild ex of hers who felt that she belonged to him? Or maybe a psycho-schoolgirl who had a sudden lust for blood that day?

Also, why did they not harm any part of her body except her feet? Why JUST her feet and not like, her chest or her arms? And what was the purpose of severing her feet from the ankle down?

His thoughts came to a standstill when he reached the corridor to his apartment.

His lights were on.

And out by his doormat, he saw what he never thought he’d see.

Chrystal’s red converse shoes, their sides a mottled brown from blood stains.

Daniel felt blood rush through his body. “Was this some kind of sick joke?” He pondered.

He made his way to the door, only to notice it slightly ajar. He looked at the potted plant near his doorstep. The dirt was dug up, meaning that someone or something knew where he hid his spare key.

As he removed his shoes and stepped into his apartment, he instinctively reached for an umbrella to brandish as a weapon. He was prepared to fight his enemy head on, in a battle to the death.

Then, he saw them. Chrystal’s feet, soles facing the door, just waiting on his dinner table.

“Wait what” He blurted out loud, dropping the umbrella.

“Hello, Daniel.” A feminine voice echoed.

Daniel closed the door behind him, his eyes darting around the room to see what exactly made the noise. His eyes then fixated onto the feet on the table.

He saw the toes curl, then the wrinkles forming faces on both feet, the “eyes” glowing red.

“We’ve been waiting for you.” The left foot said.

“What a cheesy line. Is that all you’ve got?” Daniel howled back. “You hurt my girlfriend and now it’s time for justice.”

“ Look, we’re not here to fight, Daniel.” The right foot said. “Just let us do our thing and we’ll happily attach ourselves back onto that little angel you hold so close to your heart.”

Daniel’s shoulders slumped as he lowered his fists. “Fine, what’s your offer?”

“We need the help of some of Chrystal’s friends. But first, we could use some tea. We’re parched.” Both feet echoed in unison.

Daniel walked towards his kitchen, through the peripherals of his eyes he saw the cauterized flesh near the ankles of the feet. He shuddered at the thought of how they managed to do that by themselves, but brushed it off as he opened his cupboard.

“Any particular brew you two would like?”

“Eh, just give us the usual, Vanilla rose with a dash of bourbon.”

Daniel smiled. At least Chrystal’s feet had the same tastes as their owner.

Daniel set the cups down on the dining table, and sat in one of the wooden chairs.

He watched as the feet expertly gripped the teacup with their toes, before bringing it to their “mouths” and sipping.

After two minutes of awkward silence, Daniel finally spoke. “So, you two share the same memories as Chrystal?”

“Mmm.”

“And you two came alive and detached yourselves because...”

“Because we had bigger shoes to fill.” The right foot said.

“Our goal is to utilize our strengths for the greater good, to bring peace back to the residents of Maddington.” The left foot chimed in.

“And where do I come in?” Daniel questioned.

“Why don’t we show you how useful you can be to us?” Both feet said, setting down the teacup and walking over to him. The red aura around them seemingly glowing brighter than when Daniel entered the room.

Daniel stood up and was ready to run, before he felt his own feet stick themselves in place. His feet then marched him over to his sofa, where they slammed him onto the cushions. He felt a sudden wave of pleasure and arousal crash over him, like a weighted blanket on a cold winter's day.

Chrystal’s feet loomed over his face. “Since Chrystal was such an expert at pleasing you, you can bet that we’ve got some skills too.” The feet said, laughing.

Daniel felt his zipper fly down, as the feet jumped onto his stomach and undid the button on his jeans. The right foot began to caress his member through his underwear, as the left started to pull off his jeans.

“Hey babe.” The left foot said in Chrystal’s voice. “I’ve been missing you, I’m sorry I couldn’t make any time to see you this week.”

Daniel immediately became rock hard. He was a sucker for when Chrystal played her role as a dumb Asian bitch whenever they had sex, and he guessed that even the feet knew that too.

“Come on babe, you can cum for me. Spray me with all that yummy goodness.” The left foot continued. Both of the detached feet then began to stroke Daniel’s cock, now harder than diamond. Daniel tried to stand up, but the right foot just slammed down on his chest.

“Yes baby, I’ve been a naughty naughty girl.” The foot said, pumping Daniel’s cock even harder. Daniel felt the big toe stroke the head of his cock as the other foot slobbered over his balls. Between the spreading and curling of Chrystal’s feet and all the dirty talk in Chrystal’s voice, Daniel was in ecstasy.

“Fuck Me HARDER!” Chrystal’s feet moaned, as Daniel shot thick streams of white cum all over their soles. The sticky substance gleamed over her soles as they lay tired next to Daniel’s cock.

“Wow...that was actually amazing. How’d You sound like Chrystal?” Daniel asked.

“It’s not difficult.” The feet said, panting from the footjob.

Daniel sat up, only to see the feet lapping up cum from the head of his penis and around his waist. He could see the red aura from around them glow stronger and stronger, as the cum absorbed into the wrinkles of her soles.

“So, what did you need me to do again?” Daniel asked, staring up at the ceiling.

“What’s done is done. Perhaps you lack understanding over how powerful sexual energy is. We thank you for your kind contributions, but we need more for our army.”

“And we can’t have anyone else know about us.”

Daniel shot up, and saw the feet resting on the coffee table, the wrinkles of the soles oozing out a reddish liquid that when in contact the table, turn to red mist.

Then, a metallic crash came from the kitchen. Before Daniel could stand up proper, a flurry of knife blades in a cloud of red miasma flew towards his face and chest, stabbing him. Daniel screamed from the pain, as the knives twisted themselves into his flesh. His knees buckled as he fell to the floor, stunned by the sudden act of violence.

As Daniel’s vision began to blur, he felt the feet walk over his face.

The left sole planted itself over his face, kissing him. In Chrystal’s voice, he heard the last words:

“Bye, Sweetheart. We’ll miss you.”