Kirsty’s Feet Bicker

Not a second after the word ‘massage’ left her mouth, and her feet having agreed with the idea, did Kirsty find herself yanked to the ground with her feet dangling above, fighting over who would be getting first dibs on her hands.

“No, it’ll be me! I helped her more on the run so it should be me first!” her left foot pleaded.

“HAH! As if! We both know I took more steps than you!” came the snarky reply of her right foot.

“Only by like one step! That’s so unfair! You always act like you’re better than me!”

Kirsty could only watch, a bystander to an argument that unfortunately involved her. They were her feet after all. She gasped as one of her legs yanked toward the other, her feet shoving each other back and forth. It wasn’t painful or anything, just incredibly weird. A foreign feeling, as having her legs move around without her input was still something she was getting used to. For a moment her feets’ bickering became background noise as she bit her lip, formulating words that would hopefully diffuse the situation,

“Girls? Can we uh… tone it down for a sec? I think we should—“

“But she started it!” her left foot butted in.

Her right foot laughed, spreading its toes in disbelief, “Right, as if it wasn’t you and your ugly toenails!”

There was a moment of silence.

“…you…why would you…? Take it back…,” her left foot said weakly, scrunching its sole as it turned away from its sister.

Her right foot opened its mouth, ready to reply. But before it could get a word in, Kirsty spoke first.

“Okay! That’s quite enough. You, over there please.” Kirsty pointed at her right foot and motioned for it to keep its distance. Her foot spread its toes in surprise,

“Oh come on! I didn’t actually mean it!”

Kirsty whipped her head to directly face her right foot, glaring the troublesome appendage into submission. It seemed to get the message, slowly backing away.

"Thank you," she sighed, turning her attention to her left foot.

Her left foot's face was scrunched in sadness, staring blankly at the floor.

"Hey..." Kirsty spoke softly.

Her foot looked up at her, "Yeah...?"

"I like your toenails."

As if a light bulb turned on her foot immediately perked up, "Really?!"

"Mhm, I think they're pretty cute."

Her foot's eyes lit up, "Really?! You really think they're cute?"

Kirsty couldn't help but smile, "Absolutely."

She felt a slight movement, and before she knew it her left foot had lunged toward her. She reached out and caught her foot, holding it by the heel. And before a word was spoken, she pushed her thumbs into the arch of her foot, kneading her skin.

"Ohhhhh~!"

A sigh escaped her foot's mouth as it was being massaged. It smiled and relaxed, leaning into Kirsty's fingers. She continued her routine of rubbing and squeezing, pushing her thumb against the balls of her feet, before moving to the toes. Each toe was pressed, squeezed and pulled, the action drawing a gasp from her left foot. She finished with a small pat on her sole.

"Feel better now?"

"Mhm," her foot nodded, sighing in relief.

"Okay, now I'll deal with the other one."

She turned her attention to her right foot, a sour expression painted on its lips.

"Oh don't give me that," Kirsty groaned, beckoning her right foot toward her.

It stayed put, scrunching its toes.

Kirsty rolled her eyes, "Alright, have it your way."

Without warning, Kirsty pulled herself up, grabbing her right foot and pulling it close to her. She began the process of massaging the skin, digging her fingers into the ball of her foot.

"Hey!" her right foot gasped, its mouth twisting.

"That's what you get for being difficult," Kirsty teased, a smirk forming.

She continued her ministrations, kneading her heel, toes and ball of her foot, her right foot letting out small grunts and moans as she did so. She finished her massage by pressing her thumb against the bottom of the foot, pushing her toes apart and sliding her fingers in between the digits. Her foot shuddered and moaned, a sigh escaping its mouth.

"There, happy now?"

"Yes!" her right foot answered.

"Great, because you two are a handful," she said.

Her feet both smiled sheepishly at her, twirling their toes and they smiled softly.

She waved her hand, "Ah well, I suppose it’s fine. You're my feet and it's not like you can help yourselves, can you?"

Her feet laughed, "Nope, not at all."

"Alright then, I've got a few questions. Firstly, how do you take control of my legs?"

Her right foot cleared its throat, "It's simple, we're your feet!”

Her left foot jumped in, "And as your feet, we have a special connection with you."

"Special connection?"

Her right foot continued, "Yes, a special connection. That means that we can control your legs whenever we want."

"So... you're basically the boss of me?"

Both her feet chuckled, "Yep!"

Kirsty sat for a moment, the concept of her own feet controlling her body was strange, to say the least. But, she wasn't going to complain about it.

"Okay, so what happens if I want to move my legs but you won't let me?"

"Don't worry, we'll let you control us when we know it's important."

Her right foot grinned, "Like when you have to go to bed or something."

"Or when you're doing homework!"

Kirsty laughed, "That's...good to know, thanks."

"What else did you want to know?"

She thought for a moment, wracking her brain for a question that would make sense, “When did you get Brad’s promise ring that I bought him?”

“Nabbed it while he was feeling us up when he visited the other day!” her right foot bragged, smiling and wiggling it’s toes proudly.

Kirsty could only giggle, satisfied with their answer.

"Alright, last one."

Her left foot nodded, "Shoot."

"When did you two get so..." she paused, trying to find the right words,

"...talkative?"

Kirsty’s feet turned and faced each other before her left foot sighed, “We’re uh… not too sure. Something about that town we ran through felt weird though!”

Her right foot nodded in agreement, "Yeah, there was something about the place that was kinda odd."

"How so?"

"It was almost as if the whole town was covered in some sort of magic. It felt... strange."

Kirsty hummed before formulating a plan, “Huh, well my friend Lena has been living there for a while so maybe she knows something!”

“Ugh, I wasn’t a big fan of her…” Her right foot groaned.

“Yeah! She was making fun of us at the fountain!” Her left foot frowned.

Kirsty waved her hands dismissively, "I know, I know. But, if there is something magical about that town, and since Lena is living there she'd probably know what's going on."

Her feet scrunched their toes, not fully buying into the idea.

"Come on, what do we have to lose?" Kirsty smiled, her words persuading her feet.

They both sighed, unscrunching their toes and giving in, "Fine..."

Kirsty giggled, "Thank you girls, I promise I'll make it worth your while!"

"We're gonna hold you to that," her right foot warned playfully.