What Happens in New York

It was a calm Sunday night. The date was August 25th.

Mori Calliope flopped her back down onto the bed of her hotel room, gazing into the drab beige abyss of the ceiling – a nice change of pace from the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple. She had just gotten back from what was probably the most intense performance of her entire career as an idol, but while every inch of her body ached horribly, it was her feet that truly felt like they were on fire. As she kicked her sneakers off and let them fall to the carpeted floor, she relished the opportunity to finally give them a break, maybe get some well-deserved rest too after such a busy day.

It wasn’t long however until she saw a figure out of the corner of her eye, standing right inside of the doorway like a vampire waiting to be invited in. After a brief moment of panic she turned her head to give it a proper look, immediately recognizing both its face and – as it spoke – its voice.

“Are you good Calli?” Ouro Kronii asked as she let herself in, shutting the door behind her. “You shouldn’t be leaving the door wide open like that.”

The reaper sighed, both from relief that there was no danger, but also from exhaustion. “I’ve been a lot better, dude,” she groaned, “honestly not sure if I can even stand right now.”

“That’s okay!” Kronii said, “I can come back later if you wanna com-”

“Wait.” Mori blurted out as her kohai was pacing back towards the door. “Were you… serious… the other night?” she stammered.

“Serious about..?” Kronii asked; she had said far too many things that night to know off the top of her head what Mori could be talking about.

“About, uhh, y’know… massaging my feet?” Mori whimpered as she wiggled her left foot, drawing the Warden’s widened eyes towards it. The sock was only on halfway, revealing a sole that almost matched its bright red hue and clashed violently against the pale pink tone of the rest of her leg.

“I wouldn’t normally a-ask anyone for something like this,” Mori whispered, “but they’ve been real fucking sore for a while.” She drew a sharp breath in through clenched teeth. “You think you could give ‘em a little rub?” Kronii placed one knee on the foot of the bed as the atmosphere in the room grew awkward.

“C-Calli, you know I was-” she stopped herself in the middle of her sentence. Now that she thought about it, she wasn’t sure if she was just joking around that night. But on the other hand it seemed like Mori was serious about the pain, plus she felt flattered that she was getting the green light to get more… intimate with her senpai than she would normally allow.

She took a deep breath as she began peeling the sweat-soaked garment all the way off, and sure enough, the rest of her sole had that same red color. “Haaaaaahhhh…” Mori let out an even deeper sigh as she stretched and flexed her toes, elated that she didn’t have to move a muscle to finally let them breathe. Kronii took the appendage in hand immediately. She brushed her fingers across the sole. It was warm to the touch and surprisingly soft. “Hah hah hah hah haaaa…” Mori let out a faint chuckle from the sensation, almost like a toned-down version of her usual hardy guffaw. Kronii began kneading the ball of her foot like it was a literal stress ball, sending a tingling feeling throughout the body of the smooth-soled psychopomp splayed out in front of her.

“Th-hanks, you really-he-he don’t know how much I n-needed this.” The shinigami’s heart was racing now, and she could barely get through a single sentence without giggling like a schoolgirl. Her legs were shifting involuntarily as Kronii’s fingers interlocked with her toes and her palm was pressed directly against her sole.

“Almost there…” Mori groaned as Kronii slid her free hand down to her arch and pressed down. Her toes clenched involuntarily, and her giggling was now joined by puppylike whimpers. “Ahhhh yeah, that’s the spot… fuck…”

Kronii cupped her hand directly over Mori’s toes and squeezed, and even then they continued to wiggle as though they had taken on lives of their own. She glided a hand over to the right sock and began to pull it off as well; it was damp to the touch, and the sole beneath was almost visibly steaming from how warm it was. Kronii dropped the garment to the floor and began groping both of the coral-colored grippers laid in front of her in earnest. Another tingling sensation surged throughout Mori’s insides as she felt herself sinking deeper into the mattress.

“Jeez, you really weren’t kidding when you said these guys were sensitive, huh?” Kronii asked almost teasingly.

“Y-yeaaahhhh… aaaauuuuugh…” Mori’s laughter and whining were fading out now, with pleasured moans taking their place. Her breathing was getting increasingly labored, and her heart was pounding hard enough that Kronii could almost feel it through her ankles. She slipped a hand underneath her crop top and began fondling her right breast. The tough persona she put on for everyone was melting away now as the sweet, repressed Southern girl underneath fell into a blissful trance. The girl from the Underworld was now in Heaven.

After a good several minutes of kneading and massaging, Kronii had an idea. She lifted Mori’s foot up to her face. It was a real awful idea. She puckered her lips and gave the sole in front of her a peck. A few beads of salty-sweet sweat clung to her lips as she pulled back.

“EEP!” Mori yelped as she snapped back into reality. Against all her better judgment Kronii dove back in, this time running her tongue up the ball of her muse’s foot and snaking it in between her big and second toe.

“C-cut it out with the tongue,” Kronii ignored Mori’s pleading. “I’m’onna kick y- nnnhhhh… gonna kick the shIT OUTTA YOU-” the reaper’s voice began cracking as she belted out her threats. Ultimately however the Warden called her bluff. The taste of sweat and the faint stench of reused socks did little to deter her; if anything it was strangely intoxicating, enough that Mori’s thrashing as she tried to break free did nothing to phase her either. Kronii pressed her senpai’s grippers against her face, alternating between sucking the toes on her right foot like lollipops and slobbering all over the left sole when she wasn’t smearing its odor across her nose and cheeks.

“Plea-hease just stoooop! STA-HA-HA-HAAAAP!!” Mori continued to plead. But while she was saying stop, Kronii could tell what she meant was keep going. And so she did. How the sounds of their night didn’t spill out of the room into the hallways of the hotel was anyone’s guess, but neither party cared much. Mori was fighting back an orgasm with her life; despite all of her protests earlier her grip on her breast tightened, and she could feel her nipple growing rock-hard as she teased it between her fingers. Meanwhile Kronii was in the zone; she wanted to – no, she HAD to keep going. To tease her friend? To please her senpai? Had this whole experience awakened something inside of herself? Even she had no idea right now.

“You said you wanted me to stop..?” Kronii asked teasingly as she found the willpower to pull her face away for that scant moment, a thin strand of spittle still connecting her lip to the pedal shrine of her lust in front of her.

“NO-” Mori squealed. “N-not yet… I… I’m so clOSE.” Kronii suddenly felt herself being yanked forward as the pale legs in her grip jerked back. She landed face-first in the pink rider’s lap, getting a noseful of her soaking wet sweatpants, and a trembling hand took hold of the back of her head and pushed her face even deeper in. It didn’t take her long to figure out what Mori wanted from her.

Without even thinking Kronii began probing the damp fabric in front of her with her tongue, eventually hitting Mori’s clit through her pants. The thick, but mercifully soft thighs almost snapped shut involuntarily around Kronii’s head as something between a gasp and a shout rang out from Mori’s lungs. Kronii, having taken this as a good sign, sank her fingers into the abnormally warm flesh and pried them back apart. Mori squirmed and whimpered needily as the snake between her legs managed to get her pants down just far enough to reveal her cunt – already glistening from fluids – and went to town. Kronii’s nostrils were assaulted by both the strong, musky smell of the moderate bush in front of her and the bright pink pubic hairs tickling her nostrils as her tongue probed Mori’s walls, sending waves of bliss rippling throughout her body as she shuddered in pleasure and her nails dug into the bedsheets.

“You’re really -MMH- enjoying this, huh?” Kronii asked, briefly pausing her assault on the reaper’s nether regions. Mori was reduced back to whining and moaning again; she was far too lost in the moment to give a coherent response. “Because I think you’ve really-” Kronii briefly paused to lick her bean again, making her tremble just a little bit more and push even harder down on that cobalt scalp. “-really earned it.”

“Kroniiii… pleeeease… Kroniiiiiii…” Mori begged under her breath. Getting showered with praise right now might just be enough to send her over the edge, and all she wanted in that moment was for her kohai to let the dam loose. “Especially,” Kronii continued between licks, “after everything you’ve done for the rest of us.”

Pleasejustletmecumpleasejustletmecumpleasejustletmecumpleasejustletmecum, was the only thought going through Mori’s head right now, repeating over and over again like the mantra of a lunatic.

“You’ve always been -mmmm- so -lick- supportive, such an -suck- inspiration, so -SLURP- what was it? Kakkoii?”

And as if Kronii had spoken some magic code word, Mori let out an ecstatic howl as she came harder than she ever had in her life. Her legs clamped shut once again, and juices came flooding out as though the Canuck had struck oil, hitting her smack in the face. Kronii gasped and sputtered as she pried the extremities apart once more – now requiring such force that she could act as a jaws of life – before pulling herself out for fresh air. Her hair was now an utter mess, and vaginal fluids dribbled down her chin and onto the bedsheets. As she wiped her face clean on her sleeve Mori’s heavy breathing made way for… light sobbing. Sniffling too, even.

Kronii lifted her face back up to see Mori splayed out on the bed once more, her chest shifting rhythmically as the sobbing intensified. “H-hey, are you… feeling any better now, Calli-” before she could even finish the sentence Mori sprung up and wrapped her arms tight around Kronii’s waist, squeezing air out of her lungs as she buried her face in her kohai’s shoulder.

And then she cried.

She cried tears of joy, tears of relief. Kronii hadn’t realized that for years Mori feared that no one would ever want to be this close with her. That she masturbated herself to sleep almost nightly, thinking her friends and colleagues secretly didn’t give a shit about her and that she’d die alone and a virgin.

“Yeeeeeesssss… *sniffle* -ank yooouuu…” she whimpered between sobs. “I love you so much man…  I don’ wanna lose any of you guys…” Despite not having fully processed the emotional whiplash, Kronii reciprocated the hug, burying her fingers in Mori’s equally messy hair.

“It’s okay Calli, just… just let it all out…” Kronii assured her as the two girls flopped back down on the bed, still lovingly embraced. “None of us are gonna go anywhere…” Reaper tears now stained both her shoulder and the blankets as Mori’s crying died down. Kronii still lay there, finding herself unable to let go even as her senpai was slipping in and out of consciousness. She ran her fingers through the tender Texan girl’s smooth, pink locks as she whispered Kronii’s name, before sweeping the bangs away from her almost cherry-red face to reveal half-open eyes.

“I… uh…” Kronii whispered. Even in a moment as intimate as this she found herself struggling to spit the words out. “I… like you too.” Kronii whispered faintly before planting a kiss on Mori’s lips. The small smile that crept across the shinigami's face signaled to her that the real message got through, and with that she allowed herself to drift off into the night. The ensuing dream was a blur: Kronii felt like she was being smothered but also flying through the cosmos, all while a familiar husky voice faintly called out to her. Before long she felt several points running under her shirt and along her back; it took her a few moments to recognize the feeling as fingertips.

She woke up to see Mori’s deep red eyes, still flushed but gazing into her own dreamily. That lustful psychopomp now laid her palm down on Kronii’s back and massaged her shoulder blades gently. Beams of warm light from the rising sun slipped through the curtains, lighting her up in such a way that she almost resembled a magenta goddess. Mori held her free hand to her mouth and yawned.

“Hey,” Mori drowsily mumbled as she shuffled slowly towards Kronii. Both girls could feel the other’s warm breath in each other’s faces. “Thanks again for the, uh… massage…” her eyes shifted to the side, “My feet feel a lot better now.” she let out a cute little chuckle before starting to well up a bit.

“I-I really mean it though,” Mori choked up a little again, “thank you.” She pulled Kronii in to reciprocate the kiss from last night. Her breath grew heavy as her tongue pushed its way in to meet her kohai’s, and it tasted surprisingly sweet, clashing somewhat with the still lingering odors of musk and discharge clinging to Kronii’s gums.

“You think this could uh, just stay between us though?” Mori asked as she pulled her lips away. “In this room?”

“Mmmmh… No prob…” Kronii answered groggily as they interlocked their legs and embraced each other once more. In that moment neither one wanted to let go.