Remember the two L's
This choice: "Pop some corn, cuddle up, watch a movie, and force Mr. T to worship our feet" (Back)
(Originally written by Windleaf)
Harley thinks it over for a few seconds and responds, "Pop some corn, cuddle up, watch a movie, and force Mistah T to worship our feet!"
“Is that all you’d like to do while we’re cuddled up together?” Ivy said leaning towards Harley and stroking the blonde jester’s cheek with delicate, sensuous fingers. Blushing softly, Harley responded by meeting Ivy’s waiting lips with her own. The two began to caress each other as they made out, wrestling on the floor. At first you couldn’t tell what kind of relationship they shared, but now, looking at the two of them going at it from the ottomon the answer seemed blatantly clear.
Ivy broke from Harley’s mouth, her hair in a mess, pinned over Harley who looked upward in a daze of pleasure. “Harley dear,” Ivy spoke “we haven’t even made the popcorn yet.”
“Yeahhh…” Harley murmured “Gotta make the popcorn. I’ll be right back.” The two got up and Harley sauntered off into the kitchen. Ivy looked at you sincerely and said “She really means a lot to me. I just wish that she’d get over that Joker asshole.”
“And here I thought you were a proper lady. You curse like a sailor.”
“Can’t I just share a genuine feeling with you? And besides worm, didn’t I make myself clear in our little discussion about respect.”
Speaking confidently you retorted, “I think I know where you draw the line and for what it’s worth, I’ll not cross it. However, I don’t give something for nothing. You want worship, I reserve the right to snarky comments.”
“One to two inches tall and you still think you’re a high roller.”
“Broad, I’m Blake T. Marshal, I’m top of the class no matter how low I sink or how small I get.” Ivy rolls her eyes.
“Well you just keep thinking that, I’m going to change into something more comfortable.” The microwave started beeping in the kitchen, “Entertain Harley while I’m gone.” And Ivy left for the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Moments later Harley returned with a large bowl of popcorn. She set the bowl on the coffee table and rummaged around a couple DVD stacks. One she found what she was looking for she popped the disk in the player and turned on the television. Her attention was now focused on you… yay… lucky you…
“Mistah T, what’s Red doing?”
“Not really sure. She said she was going to take off her clothes but she didn’t say whether she was going to put anything back on.”
“Really?” Harley asked excitedly. Then Ivy came out of the room wearing a long white night gown. Frowning she said to you “Ah, why’d you have to go and give my hopes up like that?”
“Harley,” said Ivy “Are you going to be comfy wearing that?”
“Probably not.” Harley removed her shirt and slipped off her sweat shorts. Now the only thing preventing this blonde bombshell from exploding was a black and red set of panty and bra.
Raising her eyebrow questioningly Ivy said “That’s not exactly what I meant,”
Not missing an opportunity to be a smartass you chimed in “As long as everyone is comfortable, who are we to judge the half naked.”
“You bet’cha Mistah T. That’s why I know you won’t mind if I go the extra step and take a set.” Harley smiled and turned around, flauntingly her derriere before bringing it down on you, smushing you under soft, bouncy butt flesh.
Ivy sat on the couch “What are we watching tonight?”
“Die Hard”
“Which one.”
“The first.”
“Oh good. That one was the best. By the way, don’t wear out our little foot slave before he gets to do his job.”
“Fair enough Red.” Harley got up. Stuck to her ass, her hand came to the rescue and placed you back on the ottomon. Both villainous ladies cuddled up on the couch and propped their feet on ottomon in front of you. All four giant soles stood vertical, towering over you by 6 or 7 feet.
At your reduced size you noticed the different qualities between the two pairs of feet. Ivy’s feet were pale, like the rest of her skin, smooth and very tense. Her toenails were colored red. Harley’s feet were soft and wrinkly, the skin a light brown, and the sole of her foot pinkish around the ball and heel of her foot. The arch was a creamy beige. As was noted previously, she painted her toenails black.
Everything went black as all the lights in the room went out. The television flickers of color against Ivy and Harley’s feet like a movie screen.
“Marshy, the movie is starting. That’s your cue. Remember the two L’s, lapping and loving.”
No sense in fighting a battle you couldn’t win. You’d managed to maintain quite a bit of dignity through this whole experience. Strangely, it seemed like so much time had passed already but it had only been a few hours since this mayhem arose. Knowing that Ivy was the most difficult of the duo, you focused on kneading her feet first. It took your fists and all the power in your arms to massage her tense feet.
Beyond the sole of her foot you heard Ivy moan, but that could just be Harley playing around with her. You continued your work with diligence and when you had massaged both her feet, as high as your tiny body could reach, you began kissing and licking them. “Lapping and loving” as Ivy put it. After you had sufficiently moistened the Plant Mistress’s soles you went to work on Harley’s. She was much easier and though she sweat, you could smell the scent of strawberry perfume on her peds.
In fact, you became so fond of Harley’s feet, soft and well taken care of, you pressed your entire body into the cushion like sole. Harley must’ve felt you do this because she let out a cute giggle. Of course, it could’ve been the movie, after all the Hero of the movie just got shot. That was a valid explanation. Done with the bottoms of their feet you waved them down and told them to lay their feet flat. They did and you kissed and rubbed each little toe (Truth be told, you weren’t much bigger than those toes.)
In a not entirely unexpected turn of events Ivy and Harley began to…
You now have these choices:
1. Passionately make out. *
2. Tossed you in the popcorn bowl, and took turns sucking on your buttery body.
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