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The crowd roars, but Jungle Pocket roars the loudest of them all.
Today’s the day of the Takarazuka Kinen, probably the biggest Japanese race to be held this summer. And Dantsu Flame just won it!!!
She can see her friend-slash-rival in the distance, still in a daze from her epic victory. She’s being escorted from the podium towards the underground tunnels, visibly crying her eyes out even now. Pocket knew her hardworking friend had been training for this moment all her life, but to see it live like this?
It awakens something within herself. A sense of pride, and shared joy, maybe? Like her victory was Pocket’s victory as well. Which makes sense, she guess? Dantsu’s the only one of them down there, after all. She's proven that their group of four has no weak spots, whatsoever! Though, she knows her friend had always the potential within her. She just had the misfortune of facing off against her, the great Jungle Pocket (and Manhattan Cafe) all the time.
Still, it’s a bit of a shame they couldn’t be down there with her this time around, but Pocket’s resting from a muscle she pulled last week. Café’s resting for a trip down the line to France. Tachyon’s Tachyon. She bet her friend also wished she could have proved her mettle against them once and for all, but alas… Still, a victory’s a victory! Especially since Air Shakur was also in the lineup. That logic-driven pragmatic is no joke on the field. Dantsu Flame absolutely earned her spot on the top today!
She waves frantically, hoping to catch the newly crowned champion’s attention. She notices, and weakly waves back, prompting Café and even Tachyon to wave back as well. Truly, a beautiful moment of sportsmanship. Wait, this gives her an idea!
She pulls away from the railing towards the tunnels that lead underneath. Tachyon also gets up to follow, so she shouts at Café to save them a seat for the upcoming concert. Her black-haired rival lazily nods in return before turning her head back to Dantsu, staring intensely in her direction.
“Well then, I shall take my leave then, Pokke-kun. I have a race to analyze!” Her rival takes a sharp turn towards the exit, waving her right sleeve lazily in the air while dragging behind a whole mess of equipment with her left. Well, at least her rival-slash-pain-in-the-ass bothered to say goodbye this time.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t stay up too late, Tachyon!” shouting after her. Pocket doesn’t even try to stop her. One thing she learnt the painful way was that there is no stopping the mad scientist once she gets into an actual scientific frenzy. Turns out there’s a world of difference between Tachyon doing science because she’s bored out of her skull, and Tachyon doing science because she’s legit inspired. The burning light in those fiery red eyes suggests the latter today.
The concerned tomboy makes peace with the fact she’ll be left picking up the pieces of Tachyon’s shattered health tomorrow. For now, she has a much more urgent task in mind.
Pocket barges her way to the locker room, where she imagines Dantsu has just finished washing up. There’s still a little time left until the winning live begins, and she wants to help out her the best way she knows how.
“Yo, Dantsu!” Several heads turn her way. Ah, it seems she’s not alone here. Bummer, she’ll have to do this quietly then.
“Huh, Pokke-chan? Did you need something?” The freshly washed champion is in the midst of putting on a white jacket, wrapping up the last of her idol uniform. What perfect timing!
Without another word, the brash tomboy grabs her friend by the right arm and quickly drags her away. To the side, she can see several of the other racers staring in shock and kicking up a fuss over them, clearly upset or something.
Well, too bad for them! Those losers can be jealous all they want! She’s here for Dantsu, and Dantsu alone!
She stops by an empty row of lockers near the back of the room but stays on high alert anyway. While Pocket can see that there’s no one here, the others might still be able to hear her from near the door or the showers. Maintaining the utmost secrecy, she tightens her hold on Dantsu’s idol dress and leans in real close, getting right up in her face.
“You must be sore, Dantsu. How about a foot job, by yours truly?” Her voice comes out low and growly, even by her own standards.
Man, being quiet is just not her thing at all. She’ll probably blow her throat out if she keeps whispering like this. Luckily, her friend seems to have heard her just fine.
“Eh? W-what?!” Her friend leans back in shock, amber eyes widening in awe. “Here?! Now!?!” Shoot, not again!
She slaps a hand over the shouting girl’s mouth and stops her from running off. Again. “Of course not, silly. You’ve a winning live to do first. I meant later.” She doesn’t want a repeat of last time, when her friend ran screaming out of the cafeteria. Just in case, she flashes her a gentle grin, hoping to calm her down. Thankfully, it seems to have gotten through, as Dantsu Flame stops fidgeting and instead her face starts burning, almost scorching off Pocket’s hand like her namesake.
Heh. Guess her friend can’t resist the idea of a relaxing foot job if she’s already getting this excited over it. Dantsu just needed a little push, it seems.
…
10 seconds pass before the tomboy realizes her hand is blocking her friend from answering. She swiftly moves her hand to the back of her neck, a little embarrassed for not noticing sooner.
“I… I…” The newly crowned champion looks down nervously, unable to make eye contact now that Pocket’s hand is no longer holding her face up. “Do you really want me that badly…”
Alright. Screw being quiet. Her friend needs a pick-me-up, stat! “Yeah! You’ve earned it, Dantsu!” Pocket shouts her encouragement at the top of her lungs, “You’ve been training for this moment for so long. Just let me do this for you!”
“I… I’ve earned this…” Her friend begins muttering to herself. “I earned this,” her voice quickly starts picking up steam, though. “Yeah, I’ve earned this! I’m on the same level as you and Café and Tachyon now!” She yells out the last part with newfound confidence.
“Yeah, that’s the spirit! I mean, you’ve always been on our level, but hey! Now you’re finally believing in yourself!”
“Yeah! I…” For a moment, the champion hesitates one last time, then finds her resolve. She looks Pocket straight in the eye as she makes her decision. “I accept!”
“Awesome!” Pocket cheers back in delight. “Heh. I’m being for real about this, you know? You’re a G1 champ now. Have some confidence, Dantsu,” she gives her friend’s right arm a light squeeze for comfort, before finally letting go.
“I… Of course,” her friend giving her a small but earnest smile now. “Thank you for waiting for my answer, Pokke-chan. I won’t let you girls down.”
Wait, Pocket’s fairly certain she’s the one giving the foot job here. Alone. What is Dantsu even..? Eh, pass. It’s not important.
“Alright. Meet me at the lab later. That way I can keep an eye on Tachyon before she pulls another all-nighter.”
“Huh? With T-t-tachyon?! Already?!?” And now they’re back to square one, Dantsu looking at her in pure horror.
Eh? What’s the issue here? For better or for worse, Tachyon already knows of her foot jobs. “She won’t mind. Besides, all my stuff’s there.” The bucket, the towels, the bath salts…
In response, her friend closes her eyes and falls into a deep silence. Her face is that of deep concern, even if it is still blushing up a storm. Pocket follows her example and keeps shut herself. She knows better than to push for a quick answer on this. After a minute, a calm voice rings out. “No.” It’s the most confident tone she’s ever heard her friend make. “Pokke-chan… Can I make a selfish request, please?”
“Of course!” Seriously! Girl just won a G1! Pocket roared into the heavens above after her Japan Cup win. Dantsu could at least stand to be a bit more selfish.
“No Taki-chan. No Café-chan.” Bright amber eyes open back up and sends her a pleading look, begging her forgiveness. “Please understand that I have nothing against those two. I just want my first time to be… simple.”
“Umm. Of course..?” What does she think she is, a miracle worker? She shudders to imagine giving 3 people a foot job at once. She’d break her back trying!
“T-thank you, Pokke-chan.” Dantsu has returned to her normal voice, a little anxious and a bit quiet. But beneath it all flows an undercurrent of well-earned confidence, marking the beginnings of a new era within her soul. Her friend-turned-newfound-champion giggles, before sending her a shy smile paired with gentle words. “Then… Please come to my room before curfew. Would 9 o’clock be okay for you? My roommate should be gone for the night.”
Pocket’s not entirely sure why that last part is relevant, but she grunts her approval, nonetheless. The less people in the know about her budding career as a foot masseuse, the better for her street cred.
“If you don’t mind me asking…” Dantsu flashes her one last nervous look before continuing, “Should I wear something special tonight? Maybe I can wear my school uniform, if that’s what you’re into to.”
Huh? What does that have to do with anything?!
Wait. Her friend is probably just teasing her or something. Still, Pocket decides to answer back earnestly. “Umm, just wear whatever’s comfy.” Oh wait! “No socks though.” It had been a pain in the ass taking Tachyon’s leggings off the first time around. No need to repeat that one.
“Okay, I’ve got it. Thanks, Pokke-chan. Hehe, I think I need to get going now,” the newfound champion sends her off with a shove and a sly smile before heading off towards the stage.
“Alright. I’ll be cheering you on on-stage!” She yells out one last round of encouragement before making her own way back to the stands. On the way out, she crosses paths with a row of backup dancers (aka losers!) who all look at her funny for some reason.
How rude! The proud tomboy sticks out her tongue and blows them a raspberry as payback, but they just respond by blushing like a bunch of excited fangirls instead.
Eh? Ah, never mind that. She has a concert to catch! She rushes down the hall towards the arena field, desperate to make it back before Dantsu’s winning live starts. Tachyon may be long gone now, but Café should still have saved her a seat or two… Ah, there she is! The black-haired girl even has a few lightsticks on hand! Heh. Seems like she’s not the only one excited to celebrate their friend’s victory today.
Though she personally questions if Café’s cheering could even hold a candle to her own. Why, she’ll cheer so loud even the Three Goddesses above will hear of Dantsu’s victory! Today is clearly her friend’s lucky day, after all!
And to top it off, Jungle Pocket shall give Tracen’s newest G1 winner the best foot job ever!
Phew! That was one hell of a concert! Even if Dantsu did mess up a step or two every time she sneakily sneaked a glance in Jungle Pocket’s direction.
Whelp, the overly-excited tomboy could admit she may have been a bit loud today. Just a smidge. Enough so that Dantsu kept blushing every time she looked her way. But can one blame her for being so excited for her friend’s first G1 win?
Well apparently, Café did just that, letting go of her silky black ears as soon as the concert ended and glaring daggers at her before stalking off towards Miho dorm alone. “Sorry, Café! Let me make it up to you later!” A silent shrug is the only answer she gets back, but at least it’s something. Honestly, she’s grateful Café stopped giving her the cold shoulder a while back. Girl has done nothing but look at her funny ever since Pocket started giving Tachyon more and more foot jobs on the daily.
Oh well, at least it’s all water under the bridge now. Besides, the more important thing now is that she’s starving! Shame Dantsu couldn’t join her for dinner tonight, but the post-winning-live press conference will keep her busy for another hour or two. A quick stop at the cafeteria later, she arrives at the lab with two trays of food. She slams one down on the desk next to an energetic yet unresponsive Tachyon, before quickly polishing off her own tray by the couch.
Next step now is research.
Yeah, yeah. Big shocker, whoop-de-doo. She’s not an idiot, you know. It’s not her fault her biggest academic rival this year had to be Tachyon of all people…
Today’s topic: Foot jobs, for Dantsu’s sake!
Of course, she knows ‘foot job’ is a term she made up herself, so she’s only looking up terms like ‘foot massage’ and ‘pedicure’. Heh. She’s real proud of herself for that one, not wasting time on dead ends like that. She might even make a killer researcher in her own right, if she keeps this up!
It’s now 8 o’clock. About an hour before she and Dantsu agreed to meet up.
Jungle Pocket grabs her stolen bucket, labeled with the sign ‘Property of Jungle POBuPoBucket’, before filling it up with hot water at the sink. She plans to pack light tonight, bringing only her loyal bucket and her bare hands for Dantsu’s foot job. She did ask to keep things simple, after all.
Pocket gives one last “G’night” to an unresponsive Tachyon, before heading out. Armed with both knowledge and experience, she makes her way towards Ritto dorm.
She’s careful not to make a sound. It’s late enough that their dorm leader, the amazing Fuji-san, will have started patrolling the halls of their dorms. And Pocket does not want to be caught tonight. With that in mind, she sneakily enters Dantsu Flame and Hishi Miracle’s room.
Inside sits a brown-haired uma musume alone in bed, dressed in a pair of pink striped pajamas. The top half is like a small puffy dress with lots of cute laces. The bottom half has a pair of shorts right where the dress ‘ends’, framing her thick thigh muscles and making her legs look a lot longer in the process.
Her rosy-brown hair is wet and loose. Her iconic white side bangs are sticking to the chin a little, suggesting she just came out of the shower. Wait, didn't her winning live end hours ago..? She even spots a few water drops dripping from her hair onto her shoulders, where they then slowly make their way down to her chest... Pocket can’t help but look on in awed silence. It’s a side of Dantsu she’s never seen before. So oddly domestic in a way that it makes her throat clam up and her heart race from excitement.
No. Calm down, girl. You’re a pro, damn it!
Gulp. Swallowing back her sudden nerves, she moves her eyes back up out of professional courtesy. The big-chested girl’s face is currently torn by indecisiveness, switching back and forth between the two separate bottles of perfume on hand. She hasn’t noticed her yet.
Hah. Even with a G1 victory under her belt, some things might never change, like her friend’s tendency to be bad at decisions. Oh well. That’s what she’s here for!
“Y-grah!” Pocket coughs out her greeting, throat still caught on something. Despite that, it still works in catching the girl’s attention.
“AaahhHHH!?!” Dantsu yells out in horror, amber eyes bulging out of their sockets like she’s caught one of Café’s g-g-ghosts. The bucket holding tomboy finds herself reeling in confusion. They agreed to meet here, didn’t they?! Before she can ask what’s the hell if going on, however, the screaming girl stops and instead shouts, “Why are you here early?!”
Sheesh! So she was just surprised to see her here. Phew. For a moment there, Pocket really thought there was some kind of monster behind her or something. With her safety secure, she smiles and cheers out, “The sooner, the better!”
“But I haven’t even shaved yet…” Huh? Does Dantsu have hairy feet or something? Is that something she's concerned about, or something? That won't do!
Pocket rushes in to boost her friend’s body image, “Don’t worry! I don’t mind!” Honestly, better a hairy foot than a broken one… “Every body is cool in their own little ways, you know!” She hopes this works.
“Oh. Wow.” Dantsu looks down and cups her burning red cheeks with her hands, clearly embarrassed by the compliment. “Hehe. Pokke-chan, you really have a way with words.”
“Hah, I’m just speaking the truth.” It worked like a charm! Her friend looks downright ecstatic now, giggling to herself and collapsing into bed like a well-fed Tachyon.
Dantsu Flame: 1. Dantsu’s self-doubts: 0! Take that, you mental-whatever-you-are! Wait…
She should keep showering her friend with heaps of love and praise! It’s brilliant! Honestly, it’s sickening how the girl before her, a current G1 champion, thinks so little of herself even now. She makes a promise to herself.
Tonight, she swears, Jungle Pocket will deliver not just a simple foot job, but a full-blown awakening to boot! Dantsu Flame will finally realize just how much she’s been holding herself back from her full potential! And then they could truly have the ultimate race together, rival-to-rival! Tachyon and Cafe notwithstanding…
Grr! She’s all fired up now! She can feel her own face tearing into two from sheer excitement as she goes through her own mini-awakening! Cause taking care of her friends like this feels so amazing! No wonder Fuji-san goes out of her way to help so many ‘ponies’! Pocket resolves to follow in her mentor’s footsteps and become the greatest lover ever!
Scratch that, that is not what she meant!!! Umm. Maybe enabler? That sounds better.
She shall become the greatest enabler ever! Mark her words!
All pumped up now, she rushes toward Dantsu with bucket in hand, eager to start her self-proclaimed mission. She kicks away the perfume bottles that had fallen to the floor during her friend’s giggling fit and sets down the bucket of hot water next to the bed.
“Let’s do this! Give me your feet, Dantsu!”
“Huh? Now?” Her friend leaps up from bed into a sitting position, scooting over to the edge of the bed. “W-we haven’t even kis-eep!”
Wasting no time, Pocket pounces upon her prey and emerges victorious, a foot in each hand. With them secure, she can finally start the foot job!
First things first, she brings Dantsu’s feet up to her face and takes a whiff.
“Eek!”
It’s not in any of the books she’s read, but she does it anyhow. She likes to think it gives her a good baseline to work off on. Could even serve as her signature, if she ever expands her services beyond her friends.
Sniff! There’s a creamy, almost milk-like fragrance to Cantsu. No hint of body odor anywhere. Which makes sense. Girl must have taken like 2, maybe even 3 showers in the past 6 hours! On that note…
“Do you use milk-scented body wash?” Seriously, who sells that kind of stuff?
Up above, her friend takes a moment to compose herself before answering, “Yeah… I really like the scent. It even has a cute cow mascot on the bottle.” Aww, that’s adorable. “I’m sorry if it smells weird to you, Pokke-chan.” Huh? “I was considering using perfume to… Umm, I couldn’t decide which one to use.”
It’s only been 10 seconds in and this year’s Takarazuka Kinen champion is already putting herself down?! She needs to course-correct, stat!
“You smell great, Dantsu! It almost smells like those parfaits that use milk-flavored ice cream or, or condensed cream!” Just to hammer her point in further, she dives in and takes a few more sniff for emphasis, almost burying her nose in her friend’s toes.
Huh. Now that she’s said it out loud, it really does feel like smelling a parfait. There’s an almost intoxicating richness to the scent. She can almost taste that sweet sugary goodness on the tip of her tongue. Pocket finds herself unknowingly licking her lips out of habit from the misplaced anticipation.
“Eep!!! Pokke-chan!” Dantsu reels back, clearly shocked by Pocket turning the table on her own self-doubt. She takes a moment to compose herself again. “You... Hehe... You really are an animal...” Scratch that. What? She just complimented her choice of body wash and her reward is being called an animal? Why?!
Umm, she supposes the word ‘Jungle’ is literally in her name? Was that just a stupid pun or something? Before she can think about it any further, a weighty voice floats down from above, the beginning of a growl sending shivers down her spine.
“Pokke-chan… Please be gentle with me.”
Huh? Ah right, the foot massage! Wow. She almost forgot why she came here. Whoops?
“Of course!” Dantsu’s feet have gotta be real sore as all hell today. She should probably be gentle anyhow. Besides, most of her more experimental stuff is stuck back in the lab. “Just sit back, relax, and let me do all the work tonight. You’ve earned it, Dantsu!” She looks up and gives her friend her brightest smile yet.
Hazy amber eyes stare back at her in nervous anticipation, framed by burning red cheeks. She imagines that’s because of the talk they just had about her hygiene. Pocket gets it. That kind of stuff can get real personal.
“Are you sure? You don’t want me to…” Her friend sucks in her lips and starts nervously thumbing the edge of her pajama shirt, looking away in disappointment for some reason.
“Umm. Yeah! Trust me, I’m a pro at this! I practiced a lot with Tachyon!” For the past 2 weeks, that mad scientist was practically her guinea pig! Why, with her help, Pocket practically became a master of the foot job!
…
Looking back, she sees that she’s been tricked like an idiot! Tachyon gets pampered all day long and she has nothing to show for it except a few practice runs together! Ugh, what was she thinking?!
“Grr.” Okay, Dantsu is just straight up growling now. Wow. “Taki-chan… Café-chan…” Huh? Café? “I see… I think I get it now.” Alright, that’s better… Wait, get what? What is she even talking abo- “Pokke-chan.”
Woah. Okay, Pocket has to admit she really likes the way Dantsu is growling her name there. Even if she is a little confused as to why she began growling in the first place. Or why she’s breathing so heavily considering she literally hasn’t done anything yet.
“I trust you.”
Wait, that’s awesome to hear! Dantsu is placing her trust into Pocket’s skills as a foot masseuse, it seems, despite this being their first time together. Looks like today really will have to be her best foot job ever! She won’t let her friend down!
“Thanks! That’s real sweet of you to say. I trust you too, Dantsu!”
“Huh?” The growl is gone now, replaced with confusion instead. Pocket is a little sad to hear it go, but it’s probably for the best. Low husky voices are her shtick! Dantsu should stick to her regular pitch. It’s better for the throat that way.
Alright, now they can finally, finally begin the foot job!
She starts by soaking her friend’s feet in the hot water, loosening them up. She’s rewarded with a long and almost whimsical moan as Dantsu falls back into bed. It’s a smaller reaction compared to Tachyon’s initial flurry of wails and cries, but then again, Dantsu is an active athlete who regularly stretches. Meanwhile Tachyon doesn’t even bother to fix her posture most of the time.
The drawn-out moan ends with a sigh of satisfaction, signaling her friend finally starting to relax. She can see her sinking deeper and deeper into bed with every second that passes.
Normally, this is when she starts the foot wash part of her whole foot job package, but a) she didn’t bring the bath salts and b) Dantsu has taken way too many showers already. Anymore and she might deglove her feet or something! Honestly, how can Café tells those kinds of scary stories so casually?!
As she prepares to move on immediately to the foot massage part of her foot job package, she does make herself clear on this. “You didn’t have to wash your feet beforehand, Dantsu. That’s part of my job, you know?” Oh wait, gotta mix in something nice to boot! “Besides, your body naturally smells great! Especially after training!”
Seriously! Even when she’s soaked in sweat and tears from all her nonstop training, Dantsu Flame always walks away smelling like roses or something to that effect. Even before they met Tachyon with her myriad of experimental body-modifying potions!
“Eep!” Her friend locks up in bed from shock for a sec before relaxing again, sending a wave of light tremors down from her hip through her leg into Pocket’s hands. “Are you saying you prefer the smell of sweat and body odor?!”
“Umm…” Well, that’s a weird question to ask. “Yeah. Sweat is like our way of cooling down. It’s the best way for our body to show off how hard it’s been working. Who wouldn’t love the smell of it?”
“So that’s why you like feet, Pokke-chan…” No? That’s not it. That’s not it at all! This whole stupid thing started cause of a bone-headed deal with Tachyon, that’s all. Besides, the mad scientist has awful B.O! Pocket learned real quick how to wash someone’s feet after the first time they went for a practice run together.
She keeps silent on this however. She’s not here to trash talk Tachyon for the hundredth time in a row. Today is Dantsu’s day, capiche?
Moving on, she takes a closer look at her friend’s bare feet, getting a feel for it and all. “Hmm, why’d you need to shave anyway...” twisting and turning them in her hands to look at them from all angles. “I don’t see any hair on your feet, Dantsu,” she mumbles out a bit softly.
Pocket looks up for an answer, only to see her friend-turned-champion hurriedly stuffing a pillow in between her legs before freezing up at her gaze. “Umm… Wow. So you’re really into au naturale, huh? You should have said something beforehand, Pokke-chan…” She looks away blushing.
Oi, she doesn’t speak French. Italian, maybe a little, but French? Maybe she could ask Café? Unlike her and Dantsu, their black-haired rival has been pushing for an international title recently. She half-presumes it’s to try out their fancy European espresso or whatever, but who’s she to judge a girl for her tastes?
Ah right, this isn’t the lab. Café’s not here at the moment. To save herself the embarrassment, Pocket just hurriedly says, “Yes.” Really, what’s the worst it could mean? It’s French for crying out loud!
With that out of the way, she begins to massage Dantsu’s feet, firm yet gentle.
She cups the right feet with her left hand, before using her right thumb to apply pressure up-and-down the top of the foot. She holds the foot close to her chest, almost hugging it in her grasp, so that she can apply the most pressure possible. After about 3 rounds between the ankle and the toes, she moves lower down.
She grabs the foot with her hands on both sides now, almost like she’s texting someone. She uses both her thumbs at once to apply pressure to the arch of the feet, between the ball and the heel. She goes for a circular motion, making sure to stretch and drag every single muscle down there on the sole. Then she moves down to the heel. This requires a bit more space, so she leans back while gently bringing the foot forward towards herself.
With her left hand, she cups the ankle. With her right thumb, she fingers the heel. It’s very smooth, no weird white cracks anywhere. Granted, if anyone was going to moisturize, it would be Dantsu. This close up, the water starts to drip off the foot onto her. Her left hand catches most of it, but a few of it manages to drop onto her body, staining her skirt and leggings. It’s surprisingly cold, sending shivers up her body and making her friend shiver in return.
Makes sense. It must be freezing, compared to the hot bath her left foot is resting in. Pocket hurries it up.
She lowers the foot a little before grabbing the big toe now and pulling it. She hears a faint crack, the sound of gas or something like that releasing into her joints. Then she rotates them a little and swings them back and forth.
Okay the last part isn’t like sanctioned or something, but who cares? Honestly, she’s still surprised pulling the toe like this is a practiced foot massage technique out there.
She moves onto the next toe, admiring each one in turn. Dantsu keeps her nails trimmed and immaculate, far sharper than Tachyon’s barren feet. Pocket questions if Café would have bony claws for toes, considering how haunted that girl is or something. I mean, that would be cool though…
She looks up to see Dantsu laying back in bed, fidgeting a bit while holding on tightly to that pillow between her legs. For the most part, she looks content. So Pocket returns to indulging herself a little bit in playing with her friend’s toes.
Eventually, she drops the right foot to soak in the hot water before mirroring her foot job on the left foot. Her utterly relaxed client sends it off with one last moan, sending her limp form shaking all over the place.
Heh. The hazelnut-haired girl smiles to herself. It’s clear that Dantsu is enjoying herself here. Like, not to brag or anything, but she has been getting in a lot of practice on Tachyon lately. Pocket knows she has a real talent for foot jobs, same as for running, dancing, yelling, and parfait tasting.
Today does have its fair share of challenges, however. Unlike Tachyon, who used moans and whimpers and mockery to make her feelings clear, Dantsu uses mostly ‘Eep, ‘Squeak,’ and other high-pitched noises instead. They seem to be cause she’s much easier to shock and surprise, for better or for worse. It makes it hard to tell when she’s even doing a good job or not. The only time she can be certain Dantsu is happy is whenever she can feel violent tremors traveling down the leg, usually after a compliment or two.
Oh yeah, that. The other part is how dry her mouth is getting.
“Your skin is practically glowing today! / Your toes are in great shape! / Wow, you have really firm legs. / I love your pajamas. / You should really let your hair down more. It suits you. / I love the way your ears keep flickering every time I keep praising you. / The way your tail keeps swinging in excitement is really cute,” she’s been barraging her friend every step of the way with praise for whatever reason she could find. All for the sake of making Dantsu feel like the champion she is! Though she will admit to being a little desperate towards the end…
“You keep making such cute sounds like a little squeaky mouse. Makes me want to keep touching you all over, just to see what else you can do.”
Wait. Was that last part even a compliment? It kinda sounds more like what Tachyon would say before injecting them with something. And it sounds like she’s not the only one to think that. Dantsu doesn’t stop shaking from the cringe for 15 seconds straight! She even groans high and mighty in embarrassment, clearly shaken by her frankly demented ‘praise’ for her crying.
Well, you can’t win them all. She quickly moves on to a more generic, “I like the shape of your toenails.” Still, the overall score should be…
Dantsu Flame’s budding confidence: 13. Her crushing self doubt: 0!
Hopefully, this is all worth it cause…“Hah. Hah,” she can feel her throat scratching up from all the verbal praise she’s been hurling today. Her voice, already low to begin with, starts to become real husky. She’s almost growling at this point, from all the pain building up back there. “I’m finished.”
“Huh?” Her friend quickly leaps up into a sitting position. “Is… Is that it?”
“Huh?” Is what it? She looks up to see her friend licking her lips and frowning down at her, like she’s disappointed or something. Pocket can only blink back in confusion. Was there something she forgot? Something so obvious Dantsu can’t help but be both confused and bitter?
Shoot. For all boasting, she only really started doing this like 2 weeks ago! And with like one person only. Heck, Tachyon’s not even good at giving feedback, seemingly content with anything and everything as long as it starts and ends with Jungle Pocket on her knees before her like the spoiled brat she is! And like, she hasn’t even gotten her own professional foot job yet!
Think! Is Dantsu still aching? Well, she did just win a massive race this afternoon. Her feet must be burning! Wait, what is she suppose to do then? If she’s still in pitiful agony after an almost hour-long foot job, then what?! Sneak off after curfew to grab a Hitachi massage stick from the lab? Man, it’s not like she can just pull up the internet now to do some more research. Dantsu placed her trust in her! She can’t just give up now! Argh! What can she do to make Dantsu feel better?!
In a panic, she does the first thing that comes to mind. She kisses Dantsu’s feet, just behind the toes. Like a mother kissing her child’s boo-boo. It makes contact for less than a second. Yet it feels like an eternity.
The skin is warm yet sweet beneath her lips. The smell of cream is overwhelming this up close. Even in the shadow left in her wake, she can spot the wet skin glistening from the light. At the edge of her vision, Pocket can see her own wild hazelnut hair just barely tickle the side of Dantsu’s feet.
“Eep.”
She looks back up to see Dantsu’s face burning. Everything from her face to her shoulders is blushing bright red. Her amber eyes are drilling their way up her forehead using the power of sheer overwhelming emotions. Her lips are trembling. Her ears are tense. Her tail is shooting straight up into the air behind her. She’s not even breathing no more.
Wow. Honestly, despite being close with her for years now, this is the first time she’s ever seen her friend so clearly… furious.
…
Ugh. She can’t even blame her. Pocket just wanted to help, but instead all she’s done is make a mockery of her rival’s pain and sacrifice. A kiss on her ‘boo-boo’? Seriously? Not even a thousand licks of praise would salvage this failed foot job. For the second time this year, it’s Jungle Pocket who’s having her mood crash straight down from shame. With her hubris having finally caught up to her, there’s only one thing she can do.
“I’m sorry.”
Dantsu finally starts breathing again. Her first sound is, “What?”
“I wasn’t trying to upset you like that. If you want me to go, I can go.”
“Ehh?!” Her friend frantically starts waving her hands around, blocking her way up. “Please don’t go, Pokke-chan! I… I was just surprised, that’s all.” Yeah, who wouldn’t be surprised by some idiot kissing their feet? “I actually really liked it. I think… I’m finally starting to see the appeal now.”
“You’re just trying to cheer me up now.” How hilarious. Their dynamic has taken a sudden turn compared to 5 minutes ago.
“I’m serious! Consider this. I let you into my room. I consented to your foot job. I placed my trust in you. And it all paid off! Cause of you, I realized I might have a… Umm. How do you even say this with a straight face, Pokke-chan?” She stops for only a second, before bracing herself. “I… I learned today that I have a kink for being praised and maybe foot stuff? Like, it’s not that bad. It’s a little exciting watching you sit there between my legs. Erm, maybe our first kiss could have been a lot higher up…”
Huh. Huh? Kink? Like a cramp or something? But why would being praised give her a cramp? And first kiss? Up higher? Well actually, she can see the point there. On the foot is a pretty weird place for it. Wait, first kiss? And consent? Why would a foot job require explicit consent, or trust? She’s just washing and massaging her feet, that’s all.
Wait wait wait. What’s going on??? It feels like there’s been some terrible misunderstanding or something. But what?
…
Man, she feels like she’s on the brink of something here. Like she’s 3 seconds away from screaming ‘Eureka!’ and rushing for the hill like a certain mad scientist they all know and love. What is it. What is goin-! SLAM.
The door to the dorm room swings wide open.
“Dantsu-chan... you won’t believe what just happened today~” Hishi Miracle lazily strolls into the room, eyes closed shut as she navigates her way in and plops down into bed like it’s second nature. She tosses a paper bag printed with the logo of a nearby famous bakery in their general direction. “So there I was… making my way downtown when suddenly…” The white hair girl’s voice peters out as she finally begins to open her eyes. They begin to sparkle in delight, “Oh my… I didn’t know you were into that kind of thing~"
“Y-y-you said you were going to be gone today?!” The suddenly confident G1 champion vanishes into thin air, replaced by a flustered kouhai in the face of her cruel senpai.
“Sorry~,” she drags out the apology teasingly. “Gimlet-chan bailed on us… after the police started hunting her down for destruction of public property… So I want back to Tracen to catch some sleep. Heh~ Don’t mind me.”
“What?!”
“Seriously though~ You could have told me… Or maybe leave a sock on the doorknob if you and Pokke-chan were gonna bang he-” A pillow flies straight into her face, courtesy of the power and wit possessed by today’s racing champion.
“G-g-get out! Please!” Is Dantsu crying now?
“Hehe~ Sure, Dantsu-chan… You’ve gotta tell me all the deets later, though…” With that, Miracle finally makes her way out of the dorm, closing the door gently behind her.
Well, that was awkward.
“So. Umm. Should we continue then?” Her train of thought got utterly derailed just now, but one thing she does remember is that Dantsu was a little upset her foot job ended early. ‘Is that it?’ or something along those lines. Well, that won’t do! She’s itching to make up for it now.
“H-huh?! Pokke-chan, you’re not even the slightest bit flustered?!” In contrast to the fiery red passion of before, Dantsu now looks down at her with a pale, stricken face, like Miracle walked in with an army of g-g-g-ghosts or something.
“I mean, if it was me and Tachyon together, I’d be a little embarrassed.”
“Taki-chan… Hehe.” Phew. That giggle is probably the best noise she’s heard all night. Pocket feels her mood go up as her friend continues in a calm voice, neither upset, embarrassed, nor nervous now. “I bet she makes you do all kinds of weird things when it’s just the two of you.”
“Ugh, like you would not believe!”
“I imagine she’s a bit of a pillow princess then?”
Pillow Princess? Well, she supposes that just like a pillow, Tachyon would make for a great punching bag. It’s the perfect description for her ever-needy rival. “Yeah, exactly!”
“Hehe,” Dantsu giggles to herself once more. “It must be so hard for you, having to do all the work every time.” She looks down at the corner of her eye now. “Have you ever been pampered yourself?”
“Nope.” She sells out Tachyon’s lazy ass.
“Maybe next time, I can be the one giving you a foot j-j-job then. If you would like that?”
Ah? Finally! It’s been so hard, having to be like the gopher / guinea pig of their 4-person friend group. “That’d be awesome! Maybe we can even do it right now?”
“Eep! I… I’m sorry for being so selfish today, Pokke-chan,” What? Don’t be sorry about that! “But I’m… not in the mood anymore. Please understand where I’m coming from.”
“Oh yeah, of course!” She supposes it is kind of an embarrassing scene for her roommate to walk in on. “Don’t worry about paying me back or something stupid like that. You don’t own me nothing!” Seriously, Dantsu just got back from a G1 victory. She’s the last person who should be on their knees tonight!
“Still… Alright then,” she looks a little conflicted about that last part but eventually she lets it go. “Thank you, Pokke-chan. I know we couldn’t go all the way today, but I do feel a lot more refreshed now. My feet feel a lot better too!”
Man, that’s great news! Today wasn’t a failure then! Pocket can hold her chin high, knowing she’s slowly but surely making her way to become the greatest foot masseuse ever, one foot job at a time!
…Alright, it’s not that lofty of a title to aspire to, but still. If her friends are pleased with her performance, then she can rest easy tonight.
Dantsu Flame sends her off with a giggle and a blush. The sight almost wanna makes her blush back in return with just how oddly domestic it is. She even gave her a pair of her own socks as a ‘keepsake’, probably cause Pocket spilled some water on her own.
Damn. Her friend really is so sweet to the core. Anyone would be lucky to have her as a girlfriend.
That last part makes her heart ache for some reason, kinda like when Tachyon talks about dropping out of school or when Café gets too lost amongst her g-g-g-g-ghost friends.
Hah. It’s clear she’s becoming sappy. Her younger street-punk self would have cringed at her current self. She herself would cringe from just how high-strung and insecure her younger self used to be.
Miracle waits just outside the dorm room door, having gone absolutely nowhere in the 5 minutes since her last arrival. She’s lazily sitting down in the hall, slightly dozing off. Pocket shakes her senpai a little bit by the shoulder.
The white-haired girl yawns, “Hehe~ I would bug you for details… But I really am so tired right now. Please tell me you two are done for today...”
“Yeah. You honestly came in at the perfect time. I just wrapped up giving Dantsu a foot job just as you came in,” Pocket reassures her senpai, using her secret word for the foot massage she just did.
“Okay. That was little too much detail...” Huh? “I suppose she’s all tuckered out then~?”
“Yeah, she’s had a long and hard day today.”
“Oh~ I’m certain my cute little kouhai had something long and hard today…” she says with a teasing tone.
She doesn’t get it. “Uh, yeah. That’s what I just said.”
Miracle stares at her balefully. “…I’m going in now. Good night~”
“G’night.” Pocket sends her off before making her own way back.
Sadly, with the late hour, she had to leave her bucket behind or she’d risk Fuji-san asking why she had a stolen bathhouse bucket on hand. Dantsu did promise to return it later though, so it should all turn out okay in the end. Luckily, she makes to her room, no problem. Her roommate Narita Top Road waits inside, apparently a little concerned for her late entrance. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”
“Oh, I was at Dantsu’s room, giving her a foot job,” she reassures her blonde roommate.
“Oh. First Opera O, now you. Is everyone in this school so open-minded about their preferences?” About what? “Never mind. I’m going to sleep now. Good night, Pokke-chan.”
“G’night, Top Road.”
She too quietly slips into bed and gets ready to sleep. She’s pooped, both physically and emotionally!
It’s hard, navigating the complexity of all her friends with their doubts and issues and stuff. Tachyon has her medical condition and her mad love of science. Café is literally haunted. Even Dantsu has her fair share of self doubt and issues. Alone, she imagines they each would have struggled to be happy within Tracen. It’s kinda why she’s been going all out in trying to support them recently! Still, it’s a sobering thought.
Luckily for them, Jungle Pocket is there for them, ready to be the normal one of their friend group!