Love's Final Steps
Love's Final Steps
(R&S series, episode 1)
Cyan sighed quietly, feeling the sensation of guilt turning firmly around and around in the pit of her stomach. She didn't know how he'd take the news...but if she didn't tell him, she wasn't sure how she'd be able to live with herself. She cast one last, long, hopeful glance towards the grove of trees and hoped a familiar white colored yoshi would come bouncing out, beat up and bruised, but alive. He'd tell some fantastic story about a daring escape from a Koopa castle, and how horrible it was- but they'd all laugh about it near a warm fire.
No such luck. Snowstep wasn't coming back. It'd been almost two days since he went in that direction. Towards Neon Castle. Two whole days without a single word of notice... she could feel it in her stomach. Something had happened to him. Something bad...and now she felt obligated to tell someone....Rocket, specifically... she let her footsteps drag, the bright green boots padding along lost their mobility as Rocket's hut came close. She didn't want to tell him. She didn't want to burst his bubble...but she didn't have a choice. He needed to know...She was the chief of the village after all. The yoshis who inhabited it were her responsibility, and it was her fault she had let it happen. The golden yoshi paused in her tracks, giving a groan of frustration at the idea of mentioning this to Rocket. She wished as hard as she could that things would turn out all right....but she knew it was gong to get worse before it got better.
"You can't do this." Cyan exclaimed as Rocket dashed back and forth, filling his backpack with various items from around his hut.
"I'll take the Star Road...sneak in through the back door..." He mumbled to himself. The ruby yoshi knelt down and began to wiggle under his bed, fishing out whatever he could find. Rope, Candles, a blue shell...Cyan sighed, watching sadly as Rocket bounced around the room. The girl crossed her arms and gently shook her head, unable to do much at the moment. Rocket had completely lost it.
"Rocket..." She whispered, but he didn't seem to be listening. He was mumbling quietly to himself, stuffing whatever he could into a small brown backpack lying on the bed. It wasn't going to be as easy as she thought for him to deal with this...
"Have to find something to break cuffs...oh, fire! Fire! Um...peppers....red peppers..." the yoshi muttered, dashing into his kitchen. When he returned, Cyan was sitting on his bed, holding his backpack in her paws.
"I told you...I told you fifteen minutes ago...what happened. And, heh, and now you're preparing to go and find him. You're brave. But you're dumb. Rocket. He's dead." Cyan whispered quietly, and nearly toppled off the bed when Rocket almost pounced her.
"NO HE'S NOT! HE'S NOT DEAD! DON'T YOU SAY THAT!" He hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes narrowed to angry slits with an accusing finger pointed at the other yoshi. Cyan just stared, her heart pounding fiercely in her chest since Yoshis didn't normally get mad. They were very happy creatures, almost to the point where "anger" wasn't part of their vocabulary- a foreign sensation that not to many of them experienced.
Rocket was experiencing it now. Cyan was scared.
"You said...You said that Snowstep, went in that direction. East. You said he went east... down the forgotten paths, right? That's what you said, right?" He asked. Cyan gently nodded her head.
"Ok.....ok.....ok. So he probably, ran near Neon Castle...It's one of his favorite routes. I told him not to run it...I told him....told not to...probably got caught...So lets say...lets say Bowser did catch him. That's why he's not back yet..."
"Rocket..."
"So all we have to do is save him! All we gotta do, is... is sneak in and...and..."
"Rocket....you can't help him....he's gone..."
"Wha?! NO! No, don't...don't say that. Ok, there's no...there no point. There's not any point at all in killing him. They wouldn't...I mean...he was just...he's not a threat...not a spy, there's no point in just...I'm wasting time...Gotta, gotta get packing...gotta get ready..." Rocket mumbled to himself, snatching the bag from Cyan's paws and began stuffing more objects into it. Cyan just sighed.
"Rocket...babe...what are ya gonna do? It's NEON CASTLE! OK!? NEON CASTLE! That's where BOWSER hangs out. You know, King of the Koopas?! THE BAD GUY?! What are you gonna do Rocket?! You don't have any combat training, you can't perform a Rumble Tumble, you can't even accurately egg throw! You're a regular yoshi. Not a hero." Cyan explained. The other dinosaur paused for a moment, as if he actually was paying attention to what she had to say. He dropped his head and lifted a paw, wiping a few tears from his eyes.
"Heroes are just dumb people in the right place at the right time. I'm pretty dumb...I'm certain I can get to that place...all I gotta do is be on time. "
"Rocket! If you go to Neon Castle, it's suicide!"
"And if I leave him there it'd be the same as murder! I have to do something!"
"....Just...sweetie, just sit down and think about this for a minute, ok? Ok? I know, you must be pretty messed up right now. Can't be thinking straight. I know...it's pretty obvious to everyone..."
"What's obvious?"
"The way you feel about him. The way you cast those side long glances at him while he's running, the pointless conversations you two have about absolutely nothing. It's fairly obvious. The only thing I can't figure out, is how you keep missing his signals. "
"Signals?"
"Yeah. You two really are a dense coupla' blocks. I'm SURE you've noticed the way he slows down his jogs when he runs by- the way he always gives that soft smile and little wave towards you."
"He's just friendly. "
"The fact that he's constantly bending over to tie his shoes with his tail conveniently lifted over those marvelous rump cheeks of his?"
"He likes to stretch...that's all. "
"When his shoes are already tied?"
"He's thorough."
"Do you HONESTLY think that stumbling in on him that day when he was showering in the waterfall was an accident?! " Cyan nearly yelled. Rocket's mouth dropped open. Cyan rolled her eyes.
"Yeah. I set that up. Me. You two are madly in love and you don't even know it. Dumb dinos...Look. Rocket. He felt about you the same way you feel about him. Don't throw this away. This isn't something he'd want. He wouldn't want you to die...and....and I don't want to write two obituaries this afternoon. " Cyan begged. For a long time Rocket seemed to stare into the distance, contemplating everything he'd just heard...and when he finally looked up at her- he gave her a great big smile.
"You won't have to even write one. We'll be back. " He quipped, and rushed out the door, slinging his backpack over his shoulder...
Snowstep groaned quietly, his head throbbing in pain. He had been struck by a hammer- he was positive of that. Two hammer brothers...they were talking. His memories were fuzzy, but he was sure that's what had happened. Yeah, he was jogging, out near Neon Castle, and he had encountered two Hammer Brothers. They were discussing plans to catch someone...simple enough plans. Jump to the top row, then the second row, then the ground, then back up. Throw hammers. Lots of hammers. Snowstep had tried to sneak by. He was good at being quiet and slipping through areas undetected- but apparently, not good enough this time. They must have struck him from the back, because when he woke up- he was here...
The room was gloomy, dark and terrifying. Bowser's dungeon. Well one of the multiple dungeons that occupied the base of his castle. The room was rather dull in comparison to what he had imagined a dungeon would look like. He figured there'd be several skeletons hangings from the walls, quiet moans of helpless prisoners wailing through the air around him- rats and mice skittering about, picking flesh from bones of those whom had met their fate in this terrible place.
To his amazement, the room while dark, gloomy and scary- wasn't all THAT scary. There weren't any remains decaying, no rats or mice festering with disease scampering about, and no screams of tortured victims seeping through the walls. In fact, there was very little sound other then the soft quiet drip from a nearby water source.
The poor white yoshi had been left alone, shackled to a wall on the far end of the room. In front of him, he could see a strangely spotless floor. It was cleaned to the point were someone could eat from, along with a drain, and a large, wooden door. To his right, a small table, a chair, and a wooden bowl. To his left, just another wall. It was a medium sized room, and strangely fragrant with the scent of cleansers.
Snowstep found this all very strange. But the strangest was yet to come.
The door opened, and in walked a Yoshi, humming quietly to himself. In one paw was a bucket and in the other was a small spray bottle. The yoshi walked in, trotting past Snowstep as if he wasn't even there and gave the wall next to him a spritz with the bottle. He set the bucket down, reached into it, and pulled out a spotless rag, which he then, used to start washing the wall. He was dressed in a pair of blue striped boxers, and a spotless undershirt and was colored a dark green. Snowstep stared in disbelief. The yoshi cleaned.
"....Uh.......Hi?" Snowstep groaned quietly. His voice seemed to frighten the little dino, because the creature leapt nearly a foot in the air at the sound.
"OH! Goodness me! You startled me!! ...Say....your not ma...merr...uh...malo...marlo? No no no, what's his name....uh...that plumber guy, are you?" He asked, peering in close. Snowstep tilted his head curiously. He was sure of it now, the yoshi was missing a few bricks to his wall...
"N, no. No, I'm Snowstep and....uh....you're a yoshi? Can you let me down?!"
"Sorry sweetie, don't have the keys!" The yoshi squeaked happily. Snowstep was baffled.
"You're a yoshi...wait...this IS Neon Castle...isn't it?"
"Ayup yup yup!"
"Why...are you here? Your not locked up..."
"I'm Baby Bowser's personal riding donkey, Buckles!! DUH! When I'm not his riding crop target, I make myself useful cleaning the castle! ...and...oh dear! Your boots are absolute filthy!"
"Wait, what?! No, who cares about my boots, let me down!" Snowstep wailed, but the other Yoshi didn't seem to be listening any longer. The other yoshi, leaned forward and grasped the boots Snowstep was wearing, tugging them off his feet, bearing the tender snow white soles of the dinosaur to the world.
"Hey! Hey! I said I don't care that my boots are dirty! Let me down you nut ball! Who knows what they'll do to me if I don't get outta here! Hey! HEY! Are you listening!?" Snowstep hissed. He was afraid to shout (even though he wanted to) in fear of arousing anyone's suspicion of what was going on. Here he was, trapped in the deepest, darkest dungeon of Bowser's castle, with another yoshi, whom could easily decipher a way to free him- and he was obsessed with a dirty pair of boots?!
"Dirty dirty dirty...filthy filthy filthy..." The green yoshi grumbled. He sat down, cradling the boots in his lap like they were a fragile yoshi egg, and began to wipe them down with his rag. Snowstep couldn't believe this.
"Hey...Hey, I'm talking to you! Hey! Come on...hey!" Snowstep whimpered- but the other Yoshi was completely lost to his own obsessions. He ran the cloth across the twin well worn boots again, and again, and again, scrubbing each and every speck of dirt free, until the boots shined again. Snowstep had to admit- frustrating as it was...his boots never looked so damn good. It had almost been twenty minutes since the other yoshi had began on his boots, and now that he was down, he set them down gently on the floor, and glanced back up towards the dinosaur.
"There now...that's......that's...."He trailed off, his gazed directed towards Snowstep's feet. The yoshi's naked toes twitched and wriggled gently, suspended in the air thanks to the shackles wrapped around Snowstep's wrists.
"W, what?"
"Such...dirty feet..."
"Awww, naw! Ya gotta be kiddin' me! Hey! I don't have time for this! I don't! Listen, you've got to let me, heheheee, you, wha, wait! Wh, what are you.hhahahhaaa!" Snowstep giggled helplessly. He couldn't help it. Below him Buckles had grasped a toothbrush from the bucket he'd brought in, and was mercilessly scrubbing at Snowstep's pretty feet. The broad soles twitched and tried helplessly to wiggle away, but Buckles held on tight, making sure to slide the toothbrush in almost painfully slow sweeps across the Yoshi's bare foot. Each gentle sweep of the brush however small, tickled like crazy the bristles igniting every nerve located around his toes. The big yoshi's foot twitched and squirmed, wriggling back and forth in vain efforts to pull away from the horrid sensations, but nothing worked. He was trapped there, helplessly giggling with each trust of the brush along his toes. He tried to beg Buckles to stop- but the green dinosaur had a bad habit of ignoring other pleas. He groped those feet effortlessly, pumping the toothbrush furiously between the wiggling toes and viciously underneath them, completely ignoring each and everyone of Snowstep's squeals.
"Such dirty, smelly feet. So musky and sweaty! You've been wearing those shoes for days at a time, haven't you?! Well we'll just fix that, won't we mister scrub brush!" The emerald yoshi giggled, dropping the toothbrush back into the bucket, to produce a small red scrub.
"Why, yes we will Buckles! Thaaaat's right!" Said Buckles, bobbing the brush as if it were talking.
Snowstep was very afraid.
Gently, Buckles lifted the large twin dinofeet, looking over them gently. Indeed, the set was covered in sweat, and smelled sharply of yoshi's musk, and very, very dirty....Buckle's felt a familiar tightness in his boxers. He was going to clean! He was going to clean something very, very dirty! He almost gave a squeal, but quickly composed himself and got to work. First, he reached into the bucket, and tugged out a small bottle of what looked like soap. This, he splattered across Snowstep's plump, wriggling toes, watching the thick, white liquid trickle between the wriggling digits, and slowly ooze down the cute arches of his feet.
The yoshi above him gave a nervous chuckle and tugged and twisted at his chains. No luck. He was trapped. Already the scent of hot, heavy musk was beginning to fade away, replaced with the scent of warm, clean smelling soap. It was perfect...Buckles wiped a bit of drool away from his lips, and began to scrub. He took the brush and drew it firmly along the underside of the plump foot in front of him, grinding that heavy brush into the soft soles.
This to Snowstep, didn't tickle nearly as much as the tooth brush. In fact, the scrub felt rather relaxing...a gentle massage of sorts, while his feet became soaked and smelled cleaning of soap and powder...
It was a thirty minute process all in all, before it was finished, but finally, Buckles took a step back and admired his handy work. And once again, while he'd MUCH rather be free from this dark, dank prison, his feet never looked shinier, brighter, or cleaner. He also didn't give a flying toadstool.
"NOW will you let me g..." Buckles was staring at him again.
"Filthy..."He muttered.
"W, what?! No, you already cleaned my feet, my shoes, what else is next?!"
"...Smells like dirt!" The green yoshi shrieked, and suddenly, thrusted that big round nose directly against the crotch of Snowstep's silver shorts.
"Oh...no. Nope, we're done here. No more. Lemme go now..."
"Absolutely filthy...I can smell...*sniff* dirt....grime...sweat....don't you EVER take a bath?!"
"Don't you dare...."
Snowstep blushed darkly, when he felt the sudden breeze across his nether parts, the other yoshi had tugged down his shorts in one full swoop.
"So very dirty..." Buckles whispered, tickling a single, slender finger under the hanging orbs of Snowstep's balls. The alabaster yoshi watched in horror as Buckles retrieved another smallish toothbrush from the bucket filled with objects. He plucked a small tube of something from the bucket as well, and proceeded to mix them together. It looked like a tube of soap (Or maybe it was tooth paste, Buckles clearly did not have all of his marbles) smelled a great deal like grapes, and was red in color. Snowstep was terrified. The ivory shaded dinosaur watched nervously, biting at his lower lip as the crazy yoshi grasped his big, firm balls in one paw, and held the dripping toothbrush up in the other.
"C, careful with those...y, ya know normally I do m, my own washing at home, s, so if you'll just...just let me go..." Snowstep mumbled, but - like before - Buckles wasn't paying attention. Slowly he brought the tooth brush down, dragging it softly across the rubbery orbs he held in his paw. Snowstep squeezed his eyes shut, expecting the worst. He had expected, that Buckle's would clean his beans like he had his feet, but to his amazement, the other dinosaur was surprisingly gentle....too gentle.
"O, ok...t, they're clean...s, stop that..." Snowstep whimpered shyly, but to no avail, Buckles was quite content at his job- and very good at it. Gently and slowly he worked the toothbrush over the large curves of Snowstep's balls, stroking in soft, gentle thrusts and tugs, grinding the soft bristles in small semi circles. Back and forth...back and forth... It of course, wasn't long before Snowstep's penis began to fill out the sheath just above his balls, poking the bright white tip free to see what all the attention was. The bigger dinosaur blushed deeply, squirming as Buckles aroused him with the most innocent of motions. Here he was, trapped in Bowser's castle and he was being milked by a crazy dinosaur with a cleaning fetish! Things couldn't possibly get any weirder.
"Oopsies! What have we here?! Does widdle mister dino ding-a-ling need a bathy-wathy?" Buckles giggled softly, leaning up to look at Snowstep's penis. Snowstep gawked.
"...Please do not touch my penis. Thank you." Snowstep whimpered. Buckles didn't listen. The crazed dinosaur reached up and gently took the yoshi's erection in paw, giving it a gentle squeeze, while he dropped the toothbrush back into the bucket, and exchanged it for a small pink scrub brush...
Snowstep blushed, squirming shyly, as the green yoshi stroked over his thick flesh. The throbbing dinosaur erection bobbed proudly in front of them both, standing erect at six inches and bright white like the rest of Snowstep's skin. Gently, but firmly, Buckles rolled his scrub brush along the underside of the Yoshi's member, forcing Snowstep to squeak in unwelcome delight. The yoshi's hips bucked gently, and his body acted on it's own agenda, trying to push his thick cock more and more against that teasing scrub brush. Each stroke was a blissful sweep of ecstasy that Snowstep; try as he might, simply couldn't ignore. Burst after burst of pleasure jolted through his loins, and Buckles showed no signs of being even remotely closed to finished.
"C, come on...leggo that....d, don't...um...ooo.." Snowstep whimpered, his voice trailing off as the strokes began to pick up in momentum. Soon, his entire crotch was soaked, covered in bubbly soads and bright white foam...and Snowstep was teetering on the brink of an orgasm. That's when Buckle's grasped the Yoshi's erection and held it firmly in one paw- and gently, slowly, slid the scrub brush along the very tip of Snowstep's penis. The yoshi couldn't hold it in anymore...he tried- but a second stroke sent him tumbling helplessly over the edge. He squealed, arching his hips, and a hot ribbon of sweet, sticky yoshi cum exploded from the tip of his bobbing cock. The first jolt splattered all over Buckles' face, followed by the second, third, forth and fifth. The sixth lazily dribbled down the throbbing pole of Snowstep's cock, and splashed wetly to the floor below him. Then there was silence. Buckles' was still holding onto Snowstep's member (which was rapidly turning flaccid) and seemed to be staring into space. This continued for another minute- Snowstep having no idea what was going on- but Buckles was frozen in place. Finally, the green yoshi slowly let go of Snowstep's cock, and stood up.
"I.....I'm dirty." Was the only thing he mumbled, turned about, and walked out of the room, leaving Snowstep hanging from the walk, naked, shoeless, and very, very, confused.
"....Oh yeah, I'm gonna die here." He whined.
(Look at me making a dent in the yoshi story population! I think I'm doing a pretty spiffy job, considering how many other authors write this sort of thing. Also, Darkmark gets my undying gratitude for editing this one! :D )