Rosy and Ryan
---WANRING- THE FOLLOWING STORY HAS CONTENTS THAT SOME PEOPLE MIGHT FIND... WEIRD... LOOK, IT HAS FOOT FETISHISM IN IT. THERE, I SAID IT. DON'T LIKE THAT, DON'T READ IT.---
It was a sunny day as Ryan was out walking home from school, Ryan was... less than popular at school. He was called many things by others, and was constantly poked and prodded in the belly because he was chubby. But Ryan took it all in stride, and made it through each day as if nothing had ever happened. Ryan always wore the same outfit, his black glasses, blue strap shoes, black jeans, black shirt, and a black hoodie with a skull and roses on the front. He liked it, it was his style. He had blue eyes, and brown hair.
Little did Ryan know, however, was that he was being watched. By someone... less than sane. This person had been watching Ryan for quite some time. She had been waiting for the right moment for when she could make her move, and today was the day. This girl was named Rosy the Rascal. She is the nega version of Amy Rose. She had fallen in love with Ryan, and decided to take it upon herself to, "make" him like her. She had long pink hair, green eyes, a large green hammer, a red hair band, a white dress with green sleeves and yellow skirt, and blue sneakers and sweat socks.
"Isn't he pretty?"
"Oh, yes he is!"
"Shall we make our move?"
"Yes! Now!" said Rosy to herself.
Rosy moved swiftly and quietly, and quickly knocked Ryan out with her hammer.
"Oh, what fun I shall have with you, lover boy!" thought Rosy as she dragged him into the dark woods.
Rosy lived in a large, empty castle, that no one knew about, and was far from civilization.
"Welcome to your new home, Ryan." said Rosy in a taunting voice to the unconscious boy.
Hours passed, and Ryan eventually came to. When he was able to focus, he realized that he was strapped down to the ground in the shape of an X. He looked around the room, and saw furniture all over. Couches, coffee tables, lamps, and a large TV at one end of the room, on the other, stocks, gibbets, cages, stretchers, a noose hanging from the ceiling, and covering the wall, various instruments for torturing people. Freshly used, too, as some of them had blood on them.
"Dear God. I must be the next in line!" thought Ryan as he struggled to free himself.
"It's no use, you know. You're all mine now." said Rosy as she walked into the room.
"What do you want from me?!" yelled Ryan.
Rosy smiled at the sound of Ryan's voice, she could smell the fear radiating from him.
"You. I love you. Don't you love me?" asked Rosy, faking like her feelings had been hurt.
"No, I don't love women that kill for fun!" screamed Ryan, still struggling to free himself.
"Really? Well then, let's change that!" said Rosy, kicking him the side.
Ryan winced in pain, and could do nothing to stop Rosy from kicking him again. He shut his eyes, expecting to get kicked again. But nothing happened. He opened his eyes to see Rosy walking over to a chair and pulling it closer to him. She sat down and started to take off her shoes and socks. Rosy had a foot fetish, this is one of the reasons she kidnapped Ryan, so she could satisfy her lust for her feet to be... worshipped. It was very hot in the room, and as a result, her feet were very sweaty. Ryan could smell them, and was confused as to why she did that.
"I want to worship my feet." said Rosy.
"Worship? What's that?" asked Ryan.
"Smell, kiss, suck, lick, anything you want to do to my soles. I love it when men "grovel" at my feet." she explained.
"Ok. Ew. No, I refuse to do it!" said Ryan in a blunt voice.
"Oh, yes you will!" yelled Rosy, shoving her feet in his face, making him smell her feet.
The smell was overpowering, and Ryan held his breath, so he couldn't smell it. However, Rosy knew that this might happen, and kicked him in the chest again. Ryan let the air whoosh out of him and gasped in pain, Rosy used this to her advantage, and shoved her left foot in his mouth. Ryan couldn't do anything but lick her toes, which sent shivers of pleasure down Rosy's spine.
"Now are you going to cooperate and do as you're told?" asked Rosy in a serious voice.
Ryan nodded, her foot still in his mouth.
"Good. Now, get to it." said Rosy.
Rosy took her foot out of his mouth and let him relax a little, before shoving her sweaty foot in his face again. Ryan didn't want to get kicked again, so he started to sniff the underside of her toes, it was very sweaty, and faintly smelled of cheese. Rosy clenched her toes to trap Ryan's nose under her toes.
"Now, take a whiff of that!" screamed Rosy, clearly enjoying his torture.
Ryan did as he was told and took a deep breath, strangely, he kind of liked it. Rosy unclenched her toes and released Ryan's nose. Ryan began to kiss her feet, everywhere he could reach, then, he started to lick her smooth, sweaty pink sole. Rosy was surprised that he was actually doing it, most of the men refused, and as a result, they were immediately executed. Rosy was enjoying it though, and started to relax, letting her foot get closer to Ryan. Ryan was done licking the sole, and began to lick underneath her toes, where the scent and taste was strongest, he then began to lick in between her toes, which caught Rosy off guard, and she giggled at the feeling. No one had ever made Rosy giggle, no one, but she liked it, and let him continue. Ryan then began to suck on her big toe, and while it was in his mouth, he licked it. This drew a loud moan of pleasure from Rosy, and she clearly wanted to take things a step further, but held it back. Ryan ended it all with a kiss to the ball of her foot and waited to see her reaction. Rosy was loved it more than anything, and released Ryan from his bonds. She expected him to run off right away, but instead, he just stood there, staring at her.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" asked Rosy.
"You know, for being a psycho and all, you're really cute." said Ryan.
This made Rosy blush, she had not been complimented in a very long time.
"Th- Thank you. You don't know how much that means to me." said Rosy, who was as red a cherry.
"It was my pleasure. You know, I think I like it here. Quiet. Solitary. The perfect girl. Yes, I really enjoy it here." stated Ryan.
"You really mean that? You'll stay?" asked Rosy, dumbfounded.
"Why wouldn't I? I'm not popular at school, I don't have any friends there, I live by myself. But here, I have everything a person could ever want." said Ryan.
"What's that?" questioned Rosy.
"A girl that loves me." said Ryan.
Rosy was speechless, all this time, she thought she was alone. But now she has someone, standing right in front of her, that loves her. She ran over to him and gave him a kiss on the lips. They held the embrace for what seemed like forever, until Ryan broke it off.
"I love you, Rosy." said Ryan, with tears in his eyes.
"I love you too, Ryan." said Rosy, tears in her eyes as well.
THE END