The Feet Fic | Frank Iero x Donald Duck

The Feet Fic

Wednesday, November 23, 2019

All straws have turned to paper. No one can successfully drink anything. Everyone is slowly dying from dehydration. Only the poor are living..because they are drinking from the side of the cups. Frank Iero on the other hand has a solution.

Franks POV.

God! I'm so thirsty! I haven't drank anything in like... 2 hours! I'm gonna die if we keep this up! All of these people..taking our straws. Ugh! I hate them! How are we supposed to use paper? They are trying to kill us. I've got to find a way.

What's that? As I walk over to the suspicious object lying on the ground. I realize it's a bamboo spoon. I don't want to be a hippy...but this is my only choice! I grab the spoon and scoop up some water out of a glass. As the spoon gets closer to my mouth... I hear it speak to me.

What the hell are you doing?

Get your greasy ass tongue away from me.

Try me bitch.

I couldn't do it. I drop the spoon and think of another way. I see these people waving chopsticks vigorously in the air trying to catch the left over rain from last night. One guy hits a girl in the face with a chopstick and she raged at him.

What's she doing with that chopstick? Is it going in his- OH GOD

I was definitely turning down that idea.

Just then, god blessed me with my own idea. A dick.. NO! A duck.. ya..ya..I meant duck. I run straight to the pond in the middle of the woods. And a special duck caught my eye. He had soft white feathers. And the prettiest feet. Oh god those feet. Those feet are almost as attractive as my hands. I run towards the duck and try to start a conversation.

"Hey," I say. "Heya biatch," the duck replies. "Can I kiss your feet?" I ask. "Hell yee" he happily replies.

I slowly trail my hands down the ducks legs. He moans a deep moan in the back of his throat, that sent shivers down my spine. I slowly open my mouth and look up at the duck as in to ask for consent. He slowly nods his head with a hum as an answer. I take my tongue and run it from the top of his foot, to the bottom. He lets a loud moan rip through his throat. I repeat this for a couple minutes. After I decide that that's enough teasing, I take his whole foot in my mouth. I bob my head up and down. Swirling my skilled tongue around. He lets out another moan. "Daddy! I'm about to cum!" The duck exclaims. I move my head faster. The ducks moan is cut off by its warm load shooting all over the top of my head. "Now it's your turn you tease," the duck quacks. He grabs me and flips me over. I let out a yelp as I feel his wing come in harsh contact with my ass. "Whose a dirty slut?" He asks. "I'm a dirty slut! I'm your dirty slut!" And with that, he slams his bare foot in my ass. I let out a scream in pain and pleasure. "Faster dAddY!" I yelp out. He agrees and speeds up. I could feel a familiar pit in my stomach. His foot thrusts were getting sloppier by the second. I let out one long deep moan as I release. I feel my body shake as my cum gets shot on the ground. The duck pulls out once I become too sensitive.

The duck then hands me the only straw left in this world. I hug him tightly as we part our ways, and I go home and fall asleep, spent and satisfied.