STORYTIME: A New Experience!

WARNING: This, and all the upcoming stories are a work of fiction!

All names, characters and inspiration emerged during development of some of my previous artwork and commissions. I hope you'll enjoy - looking forward to hearing from you in the comments below ^~^

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My vacation was a blast, especially with Emi and Petra!

Helen, Emi's mother, has a friend that I vaguely remeber from back in the day. She got divorced and the two became inseparable, going out, partying, having fun. Turns out she and Helen arranged a meeting. Also, she didn't come alone. Her daughter was with her - Petra. Looks like these two chicks had a lot more in common than one might think.

Petra was silent, but Emi talked a lot. While I was outside with Helen and Petra's mother, the gals were chatting and giggling. I came into the room and made a joke, teasing them talking about guys. For hours she had been silent, but that slowly changed as she got more comfortable. Petra gave me the side-eye and said: "Guys? You guys are all dumb".

She was shy and unsure about how to act, or maybe it was because of her mother was still around, but over time, she flipped the switch.

"Do you know she's a taekwondo champion?" Asked Emi. "She has over 15 gold medals and lots of trophies. She started when she was six!". That caught my attention and suddenly I wanted to know more. This tiny 40-kilo-girl with zero muscle and posture is a fighter?! How?

I left the room and reunited with Helen and Sara (Petra's mother) and we talked for a while. Then they stood up and went inside to talk to their daughters. They are going out to hit the club, and should be back by 3 AM. It was my job to keep an eye on them and make sure they don't stay up past 10 PM. Helen and Sara took some time to get ready but around 8 PM they left. Seven hours with the two of them?! Damn! They were both still giggling and chatting while looking at eachothers phones. Sharing pics and memes by the looks of it.

Their mothers left. Time to show these chicks who's the boss!

"Ok girls, time to turn off your phones." Petra did as I asked, but Emi refused: "We don't have to listen to him Petra!"

"But you do, I'm older and I'm in charge now." I demanded obedience.

"You're in charge? Petra can beat you up in seconds and you... what can you do?" Petra showed a smile forming. She said nothing.

"She can't beat me, I've been training karate and boxing for years!" I replied.

"Really?" Petra adjusted herself on the couch - sounded intrigued, talking to me directly for the first time. "Have you been fighting and sparring for real?"

"Yup, all the time!"

"I don't trust you" Petra was teasing me. "You don't look like someone who fights"

"Oh yeah? You're the one to say - you look like a short, tiny twig" as soon as I heard those words come out of my mouth I saw Petra snap.

She stood up "Don't mock me. I can literally break your neck with a kick. I know lots of things, you know?"

Emi was excited and hopped onto the pillow.

"You should fight him Petra! Show him!"

"Nope, I don't fight weak lil twigs. I would feel bad to hurt her, and I don't wanna make our lil *Champion* sad."

I was adding fuel to the fire because I already saw a spark in her eye! I knew she would fight me now that the parents aren't home.

"Ok, that's it!" Petra jumped from the couch and executed a perfect kick to my chest. Honestly, wow! As I fell down on all fours, I was out of breath for a few seconds. She's the real deal, and definitely a great Martial Artist - you could tell by that flawless kick!

"Lmao, you couldn't even reach my face" I said as her foot came blasting me in the nose, proving me wrong once again.

Instant nosebleed. My hand, the floor, Petra's sock - all sprayed in the process. I fell to the floor. All I could see is Emi's feet standing right in front of my face.

"Oh my god, Petra you busted his nose! Wait imma go grab some tissues!". Emi ran into the kitchen as she and Petra traded places. Looking down at me bleeding on the floor she said with pitty "I told you not to mock me, dumbass. And now you're bleeding - and you also ruined my sock." She lifted her foot and took off her sock before removing the other one as well.

It was around 8:40 PM. Only 40 minutes is how long it took for me to get facebusted by a Taekwondo Champion. But I had no idea what was about to happen next.

I got back up holding my nose. Blood was dripping slowly as I approached the kitchen counter. "We are out of paper... here! Use this!" - Emi came back rushing and handed me two pieces of cloth. Focused on stopping the blood I wiped my nose and mouth - with Petra's sock. The girls burst into laughter.

"Yeah, make sure you wipe your lips with it too, loser" Petra slowly started humiliating me.

"It's nothing, you just burst my capilliary. The nosebleed is gonna stop in a few minutes."

"Pfff, you're lucky - once I broke a girl's nose"

"With a punch?" Emi was intrigured.

"No, with a kick. I kicked her with this part..." - revealing her sole, she showed us the part of the foot that did the damage. "Full speed, I dropped my foot down, landing on her face. BAM!!! She cried till they carried her into the hospital. Loser."

My bleeding stopped as predicted, and I took the other sock from the counter to wipe my face.

"I walked all day in those socks inside the house, even went ouside without slippers a few hours ago to grab some stuff... And now you're using my nasty, stinky socks to wipe your face with them?! - You are sooo pathetic."

"Pathetic? How about this - we do a rematch! No rules, full-contact fight. I win: you both have to do everything I say, and that includes cleaning up that blood off the floor, buying toilet paper and napkins and going to bed at 10 PM."

"And if I win?" Petra already saw the outcome.

"If you win, you do as you want until Helen and Sara arrive."

"ANYTHING?!" Emi's eyes grew bigger.

"Anything! But remeber, no rules."

They faced eachother and both nodded. And so, the rematch began - upstairs, in our biggest room.

Emi was observing the match with anticipation, telling Petra to belive in herself. "Oh this will be easy" said Petra, and started warming up her legs. "We'll see about that, Miss Twiggy."

The match started and bam - kick to the balls, perfectly placed, at full-force. Down I went once again, but this time I felt the urge to throw up, felt like both of my balls popped. "Oooh, there he goes!" Emi was already celebrating and the two gave eachother a high-five.

Petra came close and whispered into my ear: "You lost to a chick. What does that make you?"

She sat down next to Emi and they both looked down at me slowly crawling towards the table on the side. "This is cheating, you cheated."

"I didn't cheat, you said no rules!"

"Yes, but I didn't say you can kick between the legs".

"Welp, that's your problem."

I aksed for another rematch but she didn't buy it. Then I told her a best of 5, each round being 5 minutes long. Emi took her phone and started the timer - winner take all.

Petra entered beast mode - If she was older and had a bit more weight, I have no doubt about it, she could beat me into a pulp. She mostly focused on kicks, but her punches were spot on as well. One foot-slap in particular had my ear buzz for the next 10 minutes.

2-0

Match point. I thought I'd up the ante and raise the sakes by winning this round, but it was impossible. She kicked my face so many times and in so many different places that for a few moments I actually zoned out. I fell to the ground and with just a few minutes left on the clock, I refused to tap out. She stomped my neck, then my face. The second one was a hard slam - as the back of my head made contact with the floors beneath both girls went: "Ooofff, that had to hurt!" Yup... I felt that! She was ready for more kicks, but I wasn't. With her sole slowly coming towards my face, Petra gave me the advice "Surrender or I will step on your face!"

You know it - surrender is never an option! Petra used the wall behind her for support and pressed both of her soles on my face - one covering my mouth, the other, my nose and eyes.

"I surrender" is what I wanted to say, but it was a little too late: Petra had other plans. Acting as if she doesn't hear or understand me (or idk, maybe she actually didn't) she kept pressing down. I repeated the same a few times, and Emi was on the edge of her seat. My lips slowly made contact with the sole, each time smearing more saliva onto it. "I'm sorry, but we can't hear you now. What did you say, can you repeat?"

And I did - "It's hard to understan you, speak louder!" Petra couldn't stop laughing.

As I tried to actually raise my voice and get this over with, Petra rased her sole and stepped on my neck. I couldn't see it, but I could feel she got comfortable. As I was about to speak, another foot took me by surprise. Emi placed one of hers on my mouth and started the countdown. "Only 20 seconds left 20,19,18...."

The both giggled, losing balance as time went by - neck and eyes started hurting from the pressure as mouth filled with more saliva. Darkness tuned into a starry night as little white specs started appearing as my eyes stood shut.

"3,2,1... Ding, ding, ding! Petra is the winner and you lost" She looked down at me as both girls took their feet off my face. I felt my face getting hot and sweaty.

"Get up, get up!" Emi kept repeating. I felt broken beyond repair... This chick is actually a badass Taekwondo expert? Damn.

I stood up for a second just to fall back on the floor the very next one. The girls won, and now they guided me towards the kitchen. Emi made most of the rules, which later turned out to be a great outcome.

"First, clean all this blood and wash the stained clothes" Then, you make us some food. We will stay up all night, and you will go upstairs and leave us alone"

"And bring me new socks" Petra added.

"You don't need them Petra, tell him something else instead" Emi to the rescue.

"Ok, admit that I am stronger and that I can beat you up whenever I feel like it" she said.

I repeated it word for word and she liked it even more! "Now get out of here and bring us food!" Petra was in the zone! She sat down on one of the couches in the living room and turned her phone back on. Emi soon did the same. As I prepared food I could hear Emi praising Petra's skill and strength. They giggled and took turns glancing at me. Emi whisperred and then Petra went silent - as I turned my head to check up on them, I could see Petra shocked, processing the info she just heard. "You did what?" She leaned in to receive more intell. "Did he tell on you?" "No, he's actually good at keeping secrets.." Emi smirked looking back at me.

The two continued talking for the next couple of minutes and once the food was ready, they both acted as If I weren't there. It lasted a good couple of minutes and after, Emi said: "10 PM! Go to upstairs and don't bother us!"

"You can't tell me what to do!" I teased, to which Petra replied "You want me to stand on your face again, or would you rather take another kick to the balls. Or should I break your nose for real this time?" She gave me options with a joyful tone. "Ok, fine, I will go upstairs" I decided.

As I walked towards the upper floor I could hear them talking "So how does it feel?" Petra asked "It's strange, but I like it - and I think he does too."

"He does? But why? Feet are nasty...." my ears perked up "...and my feet are the worst. I have huge feet and they look kinda funny" Petra examined her foot and took glances at Emi's.

"Yours look much nicer."

"Thank you! To me, they are perfect"

"Hahhaha, not only you - HE seems to love them just as much!" Petra laughed, and I pretended not to hear any of that conversation. I went upstairs and into the room.

It's 10:30 - more than four hours left, damn! I had no idea what would happen in the next 10 minutes, not to mention waiting till 3 AM.

I took out my phone and looked at the vids I secretly took. They all featured Petra's feet. Now that I checked them out I was in awe. She's all I've been thinking about - taekwondo champion, tall and fit, with lovely face and a badass side to her.

Suddenly, the doors open and Emi rushed into the room, jumping on the bed and landing on my chest. In panic mode, I clicked the side of my phone to shut it down, but failed. Instead, I pressed the volume keys and as my phone fell onto the bed, Emi snatched it.

She tilted her head, looked at the phone, then down at me. "Really? Is this what you did for the past few hours?"

"Do you also have my feet pics here?" She started swiping rapidly.

"No, I don't." The betrayal on her face spoke volumes.

"You don't?" She stood up and ran downstairs with my phone in her hand.

Minutes later, both came upstairs, slamming the door open. "Unlock it" Petra was ready to bust my face. "Were you really taking pics of me?"

"Videos" Emi corrected, nodding. "Of your feet"

"Is it true, did you really do it, huh?" You like feet, you like - soles?!" She slapped her foot onto my cheek. "You like it when chicks beat you up?" Another kick, same spot same force.

"Maybe I should make you lick my toe?" She adjusted her foot, pushing her big toe between my lips, her nail grazing me in the process. "Or maybe my heel, huh?" She said furious twisting her ankle, pressing harder and harder!

Her heel slid into my mouth and my whole head moved. She pushed me into the corner, pinned between the wall and the matress.

"Unlock it!" She persisted. She wasn't angry, just annoyed, because she knew she'd eventually get me to break under pressure, like she did when we sparred.

She tilted the phone facing me for a face-unlock, and in the reflection I saw how silly and pathetic I looked with her heel now deep inside my mouth, pushing my lips and cheeks to the side.

"Remove your foot Petra, half of his face is covered. The ID won't work until you do..."

She plopped her heel out, and now I could finally speak. As the phone faced me once again, I looked up at them and told them I don't have face ID, only a fingerprint.

Emi pulled my hair "Unlock your goddamn phone so she can see the videos! Are you nuts? She will fuck you up, better just show it to her."

Words of wisdom. As Petra loomed over me with Emi by her side, I broke, and unlocked the phone. The paused frame focused on Petra's soles. It had something on it - looked like a stain. She looked down, examening her sole - she was stunned for a couple of seconds. Her eyes wide, holding her breath as she browsed the videos. "I told you..." Emi whisperred "...everything is true, you see it now, right?" Petra tuned her head slowly towards Emi "And your mother knows nothing about it?"

"Nope, he hasn't said anything. If mother knew, I would probably be in trouble."

Petra's expression slowly changed. "How about this: you delete these videos and I won't kick your teeth in?" She handed back the phone. I deleted all the vids, but regardless, she checked just in case. I didn't know what would happen so I didn't want to push my luck. Vids deleted.

"There, that wasn't so hard, right?" Petra slapped my cheek as Emi let go of my hair. Standing up, she turned towards Petra and said - "You wanna see?"

"Um, actually, I wanna know something" Petra was intrigued...

I was scared, had no idea what to expect. She hugged Emi and they both looked down at me. "Stand up, and rate our feet. Which ones do you like more?" Both giggling as I adjusted my position.

Dang, it was so hard to decide - Emi had beautiful feet, but wow, Petra was such a fresh experience to me, and since she asked the question, I figured she might be willing to take her brutal beatings to a more sophisticated level.

"Um, well you both have pretty feet"

"Pretty feet? Pretty as in a girlfriend"

"Does he even have one?" Petra added bursting into laughter. Both laughed. "No, seriously tho, which of us has nicer feet?"

Emi was certain she would win, but this time Petra took the W.

"What the hell? Her feet?!" She was mad for a split-second, but didn't want to offend the friend, so she continued. "They do look nice, yeah... hmmm, you're right, her feet do look very nice. But damnit!"

Emi lifted her foot: "Which one of us has smellier feet tho?!" She flexed and scrunched her soles and toes. Petra was embarrased, refusing to lift her foot. "I didn't take a shower since yesterday" she whisperred blushing.

"C'mon Petra, its ok, we're just playing a game to see which one of us will win." Petra agreed to the challenge: Lifted her foot, and turned it towards my nose with a different, more determined expression. "Well then loser, smell them!"

I inched closer towards Petra's sole, but Emi redirected me! "Hey, mine first!"

Emi's were actually sweet, like a perfume or a rose of some kind. Oriental smell. "Ok, enough day-dreaming about my perfect soles... now you can sniff hers!" She said as she placed her foot back on the ground. I turned my head. Petra's soles were decent, but still had that weird sock smell to them. Emi won this round! She was happy, but Petra wasn't satisfied. "Pfff that's not fair, you showered like an hour ago."

"It's a tie, so we should make him do one more thing" Emi was diplomatic.

"Oooh, we should see who can kick him the hardest!"

"Not fair, you will win that one for sure!"

"Well idk, what then?" They stood in front of me, forgetting I even existed - it was a bizzare experience for sure.

"Maybe rate our faces? Or hair? Oooh our nails!" Emi suggested, but they both ended up laughing because they both weren't wearing any nailpolish to begind with.

"Oooh I know!" Emi exclamed. "What size are you?"

40.

"40? Im 38. Hmmm, close enough. I think it can work!"

I already knew what Emi was up to. "Come, sit here next to me" they took over my space and I stood up, acting as If I didn't know what was about to happen. Emi placed her foot next to Petra's - it was obvious that Petra had longer, narrower feet, while Emi's were shorter and a bit wider.

"Close enough!" The expert exclaimed.

"For what? We measuring sizes? What for?"

"For this - sit down!" First time seeing Emi so full of herself, so determined. Petra was visibly confused for what was about to happen. As I sat down, Emi enounciated the word "O P E N !" and so my mouth was open. "Ooh, he's gonna suck our big toe, is that what you were measuring? I got a long big toe hhehehe"

"Um, actually no. He's gonna take more than that. He's gonna put them all in his mouth" she smiled, while her foot slowly came closer towards my lower lips.

Petra was in disbilief - "All of them?" She looked at her foot and spread her toes with her fingers. "There's no way they can..." while she was examining her foot, Emi already went past the toe mark. Petra's jaw dropped!

Half of Emi's foot stuffed the insides of my mouth!

TO BE CONTINUED...