New Year Story (M/M and M/F) parts 1, 2 and 3

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The Wish for the New Year.

Part 1: the game

It was just a few minutes until the start of the new year, the night sky was filled with stars and the cold night air combined with the wind chilled to the bone. The sound of the wind whistled as if calling the new year to start. On the top of this lone mountain stood a shrine that once had been the jewel of the town below but as with all things it time had turned it into an old wives tale. However tonight it would receive its first visitor in over 300 hundred years.

A lone shape slowly walked up the broken path leading up to the abandoned temple, it belonged to an 18 year old named Hiro. He was about to begin his final year at the local high school, unfortunately he was not as academically gifted as his sister or most of his friends. Hiro had grown up listening to the tales of this temple and the legends, his grandmother had told him that those who brave the temple on the new year will be blessed with great fortune. Needless to say at this point Hiro was willing to give anything a chance. As he finally reached the peak of the mountain, Hiro let out a gasp and took in a deep breath before collapsing on the ground at the large red gates.
“Well at least the temple is actually here.”, he said with a tone of surprise and exhaustion.

The boy laid on the ground for another minute before slowly standing to his feet. He wore a pair of brown hiking boots and a large black down jacket over top of his school uniform, he had worn his uniform in hopes it would bless his school year, though he had no reason to support this theory other than his own hair brained idea. He slowly bowed at the large red gates before crossing over the threshold.
“Welcome, welcome!”, roared a loud boisterous voice. “Welcome to the temple of Yamashiro and Happy New Years!”, proclaimed the voice.

Hiro immediately fell backwards landing on his butt. “Hello?”, he replied confused and slightly scared. “Im sorry, I thought this place was abandoned.”
He looked around the shrine like every other shrine, two dogs guarding the entrance right past the gates, a broken stone pathway and a large shrine sitting at the end of the pathway. But there sitting at the entrance sat a large figure, it had to be at least 2 or more meters tall. The frame was massive like what you would see from a bodybuilder or 80’s action hero.
“My name is Hiro, I have traveled here from the town below in hopes to receive a blessing for the new year.”

The figure chuckled before looking directly into Hiro’s eyes. “I know why you have come, though you are the first to visit me in many centuries. However, I have become quite bored in my solitude. You will receive your blessing but you must present your tribute first.”

“Tribute? The stories never said a tribute. I don't have anything to offer you.” Hiro spoke in a trembling voice now slowly feeling the feeling of terror rising in his body. He clenched his hands and quickly began to think of anything he could offer to the stranger. Suddenly he had an idea. He quickly began to unlace his hiking boots and took them off frantically. They were relatively new and had no smell. He removed his left and then his right before he stood there in only a pair of wool socks.
“I present to you these strong hiking boots that will serve you well.” He said as he bowed his head while presenting the boots.

The figure sat there before beckoning the boy to come closer. “Come closer so I may inspect your tribute.”

Hiro stepped closer and closer until the figure was now in full view. What sat there was no man, he resembled an ogre with blue skin and long white hair, piercing yellow eyes staring down from his stern brow. He had a muscular frame and wore a large white kimono adorned with various patterns and a golden sash around his waist.
“This tribute is small, are these items truly valuable?” Said the giant inquisitive. “What off your feet they seem cold and soft, like a woman’s feet.” With that he grabbed the boy by his ankle causing him to drop to the ground hard.

“Ouch” , Said Hiro as he hit the ground hard before looking up at the giant now inspecting his foot. “My feet are quite manly thank you very much”, he responded with an almost offended tone.

The giant slowly peeled off Hiro’s sock exposing his long foot, unfortunately his foot was milky white and quite soft. Actually his feet were often told they resemble his mother’s feet which if he were a girl would have been a compliment.
“Are you sure these resemble a young maiden who used to attend this shrine. I wonder if your feet will do the same as her did?” He said before extended one of his fingers and began to stroke Hiro’s bare foot.
Suddenly Hiro burst into laughter as this caught him off, he began to pull at his foot trying to escape. Meanwhile the giant smiled gleefully as he began to use all five fingers to stroke the boy’s foot.
“Haha please hahaha that tickles hahaha so much.” Hiro was filling the shrine with laughter as the giant's fingers danced all over his soft arches. “Haha what about hahaha my tribute?”

The giant chuckled as he continued to tickle Hiro’s bare foot. His finger going under the toes and down the arches, then back up to the toes again. “This foot is even softer then the maiden’s feet but the are just as fun. Maybe ill take this experience as my tribute.” The giant said with great joy. “Oh how fun this is.”

Hiro continued to buck and squirm as he felt the fingers tickling his feet, laughter pouring from his mouth. “Haha this is my tribute haha please hahah stop haha this tickles so much haha.” His toes clenched and spread as if trying to avoid the cruel fingers.

“Maybe we will continue this game of ours until this hour glass expires.” And with that he pulls out a small hour glass and places it next to him, before resuming his torment of Hiro’s foot.

Hiro sat there laughing trying hard to think of a way to endure this or escape. His toes squirming frantically. Then he remembered that his mother’s feet were just as ticklish and soft. “Hahaha what if hahah i offer someone else’s feet hahaha. A beautiful woman hahaha for example.” Hiro screamed out through his laughter.

The giant stopped suddenly and slowly laid his foot on the cold wooden platform. “And where might this woman be?” He said staring at the boy carefully.

“My mother, ummmm…her feet are softer and maybe just as ticklish. I will offer her feet to you,...as tribute”, Hiro said stuttering from the cold and relentless tickling he had just endured. His eyes staring up at the giant.

“You would sacrifice your mother’s feet to me in place of your own, so that you might receive a blessing. Hahah you are a cruel one boy.” He said with a chuckle.

“No not cruel, a mother is to support her children so they might succeed and that is what this would be.” He said trying to not only convince the giant but himself that this is true.
“Besides, it is only til your hour glass runs out and not forever. So please tickle her beautiful feet instead.”

“Ok, i accept your terms but I will not tickle her feet, but you will.” The giant stands up and slowly walks over to the tithe box before pulling off the lid. “You will reach in this box and pull out her feet, then you will tickle the maiden’s feet til the hour glass expires.”

Hiro reluctantly walks up the steps and stops in front of the box and looks down into what seems like an endless black void. “Reach in and pull her feet forth.”
He puts his hands down and wiggles his hands around until he feels something, they feel like a pair of feet. He quickly grabs the ankles and pulls then up until suddenly there are two feet sticking out of the box. He stares hard at them, sure enough they are his mother’s feet.

“You may begin now, remember to make it good or it is you again.”, the giant said in a mocking tone. Hiro wasted no time, as soon as the hourglass flipped he put his fingers to her feet. Almost immediately laughter could be heard from the box. He hand one hand at each foot, his fingers stroked her arches, they were incredibly soft. The soft feeling only seemed to encourage his tickling, her toes wiggled and spread as her feet kicked but seemed locked in place.

He slowly moved his fingers up and down as the giant had done to his feet, her feet felt great and he was in a trance now. Hiro used one hand to hold her toes back and tickled under her toes. Laughter streamed from the box.
“Hahaha please hahaha stop haahhaa it tickles hahaha ill do hahaha anything.”
“Sorry but you want me into a good school then you have to endure or enjoy it” Hiro replied as if mocking her.

Then something came over him and he leaned over and began to lick her arches with his tongue this caused an new kind of laughter before her remembered these feet belonged to his mother. He resumed to tickle her with his fingers, this continued until he heard the giant speak.
“Your tribute has been accepted”

Suddenly Hiro awoke in his bed, he blicked a few times before looking around. Strangely enough he was in his school uniform but his left sock was missing and in his hand was a charm. On it was an image of an oni holding up four fingers and underneath read “a wish for a tribute”. Hiro stood up and quickly changed into his lounge clothes before heading downstairs for the new years mochi. As he was halfway down the stairs he heard his mother speaking, “Yea i had a weird dream last night, Hiro was tickling my feet and all I could do was laugh and beg.” This caused Hiro to freeze in terror.

 

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Part 2: The False God

Hiro stood there at the top of the steps listening as his mother recounted her dream, she vividly described how she saw Hiro tickling her feet.
“Well why didn’t you just move your feet or kick him?” said a softer feminine voice which Hiro figured belonged to his twin sister Mihiro.
“I tried but my feet were frozen in place, as if some magic spell held them in place.” replied his mother with a shiver as if briefly reliving the moment.
“That is an odd dream to have at the start of the new year, I wonder if it has a hidden meaning.” cooed Mihiro again, as if mocking her mother.
Before his mother could respond to the taunt, “What it means is your mother had too much to drink last night. Speaking of which, where is that boy?” said a deep stern voice that obviously belonged to his father.

“Im right here….why is everyone dressed already?” Hiro said as he feigned ignorance to the conversation that had just transpired. Taking a quick gaze to taken his family sitting around the table. His mother, Yumiko, was wearing her favorite dress. It was a one piece that started at the shoulders and met in the middle completely covering all but the base of the neck. It was a long sleeved dress that ran all the way to her knees. It was pale lavender with a white criss-cross pattern. In addition to this she had apparently gotten her hair done since it was in a perm that he did not recall her having yesterday morning.

Hiro’s father was wearing one of his suits from the office, however his mom had clearly ironed it and made it more presentable. Though despite her best efforts he still carried himself in a disheartened manner similar to that of an overworked mule. His father sported his usual two-block hair style that every salary worker sported.

And Finally there sat his twin sister, Mihiro, she was sporting a dress very similar to that of her mother however it was a pale pink and neckline that cut much deeper and was quite shorter than her mother’s. Hiro remembered the day she had bought that dress, their mother had accused her of trying to get too much attention and they had made some comment about the street corner. Though to be honest, Hiro figured his parents were still stuck in the Showa-age.

“Hurry the hell up and change, we are going to the shrine in 30 minutes boy. I swear this is why your grades are so bad, you can never be on time!” scolded his father.

This rant suddenly caused the memories to suddenly become more clear and the voice of the blue giant echoed in his head, “You will receive my blessings but I require a tribute.’
“Ill go change right away,” said Hiro as he stumbled back before heading up the stairs.
As he was heading up he heard Mihiro make a snide remark about him drinking too much as well.
“I should have offered her up instead.”, thought in his head as he cut his eyes down the stairs as if shooting lasers at her.

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The morning sun hung in the sky, basking the large shrine in a warm welcoming glow. Several birds were perched on the powerlines that hung over the shrine’s entrance and the ground was filled with the townsfolk standing in line to throw their money and get their fortune from the maidens. A priest stood at the back of the shrine chanting while other staff played the drums.

The family stood in line talking about this and that. Some of Hiro and Mihiro’s friends had passed by to chat about the winter homework, clubs and the normal mindless chit-chat that people do. However Hiro was not completely there, he was still replaying the events of the night before trying to convince himself it was a dream. But if it had been, where had the charm that now resided in his pocket come from and why had his mother had a dream of him tickling her feet. Too many things were leaving him asking the very simple question, “Did last night really happen?”

“Finally, it is our turn.” moaned a disinterested Mihiro. She was honestly the most “modern” of the family and viewed the “new year thing” as just shallow pretending.
Hiro threw his money and bowed down to make his prayer, but suddenly the wind turned bitter and cold. The warmth of the sun was suddenly gone and Hiro found himself at the front of the Shrine of Shiroyama.

“You know we shrine patrons are quite jealous!”, said a loud familiar voice.

Hiro immediately turned around to see the blue giant standing behind, however this time there was something different. He gasped as he saw one yellow curved horn coming from the left side of his forehead.

“Are you really a god?” Hiro stuttered out as he fell to the ground looking up at the giant. Compared to the giant he was no more than a small child looking up at their parent.

“Hahaha, now when did I say i was a god. You know devils can be patrons too.” Said the giant in a mocking tone. “My name is Kami-no-Muichiro. And I am the Kami of wishes.”

“So you are not a god, soo,....what is this?” Hiro said as he pulled out the charm he had found in his hand.

“That is our contract. You have been given four wishes, but to use them you have to provide a sacrifice. Similar to last night, you have not forgotten have you?” Kami-no-Muichiro said leaning down as if scolding Hiro.

“So last night was not a tribute?” He said, raising his eyebrows as if trying to understand some complex math equation.

“No, that was what you people nowadays might call a down payment.” He said with a slight chuckle. “So shall we get to the first real wish,...er blessing.”
“What, right now…..ummmm please bless me in my studies, help me do well on my tests so i can get into a good university.”, blurted out Hiro as if someone had suddenly put a gun to his head.

“Well then let us see who and what you will be offering up this time.” retorted Kami as he pulled out two sets of cards. One of the sets was red and the other black. “This one represents everyone you have a positive relationship with,” he says as he points to the red set, “and these represent how you will offer them to me.” he said as he pointed to the black set.

Hiro slowly reached down and flipped over a red card quickly and turned away as if not seeing it made it any better. He slowly looked over and read the name “Yunho”. As he read that name over and over he felt sweat drip down his neck. Why was it that name,....he knew exactly who that was. It was Ms. Ando, his homeroom teacher and the coach of the girl’s tennis club. She was a kind woman with a sweet voice that always had her long black hair up in a pony tail. Ms. Ando was of average height and very fit from all the years of tennis.
She was almost always wearing some form of sports wear that helped give away her shape.

The boy froze his hand, unable to dare flip over a black card for fear of what horror it would reveal. Would she be cut in half, set on fire, or would this devil eat her alive.
“I cant flip it, I don't want anything bad to happen to her, she is the kindest teacher i know.” Hiro said as if trying to be defiant.

“Haha, you think you have a choice in this matter? We have a deal.” roared the Kami.

Suddenly as if driven by some unseen force the boy flipped the black card. The card had a simple water wheel on it. This caused Hiro to make a confused look before looking up to see a gleeful look on his blue face.
“Enjoy the show boy, haha it will be a good one.” He said chuckling before disappearing.

Part 3: Ms. Ando and the Wheel

As he sat there confused and anxious about what was next, Hiro felt a pair of hands grab his wrists and ankles. With a panicked turn he saw hands reaching up seemingly from under the earth holding him in place.
The torches that littered the ground suddenly became alight as if a stage lights suddenly turned on for a play. And in the middle of the stage stood a large wooden water wheel, it slowly began to turn and as it made its first full rotation a woman was now tied to it. I did a few more rotations before stopping, allowing Hiro to see Ms. Ando bound and blindfolded to the wheel.

She laid there trying to take in her breath as two pale men walked up from the shadows, they wore clean white kimono’s and had pale skin that almost blended into the kimono. Their long black hair completely covered their faces. Their fingers were long bony fingers that had long nails at the tips.

Ms. Ando was wearing a pair of long tight black jogging pants with a green stripe down the side and matching running shoes. Up top she was wearing a matching long sleeved running shirt with a zipper that ran from the neck down to the bottom.

The two pale men come to her on either side and slowly reach up before dragging their long nails against her underarms. This immediately caused Ms. Ando to begin to squirm and twist as she laughed. “Heheh stop, hehehe what is hehehe this heheh stop im heheh ticklish there.”

They continued to tickle her faster and faster, five long fingernails dancing across each of her armpits. Her laughter only increased as did her thrashing. “Hahaha please ahhaah stop hahah ill give you money hahaha please anything hahaha just stop hahahaha.” Ms. Ando begged and pleaded but then Hiro saw something that caused him to freeze in horror.

One of the pale men was reaching up for the zipper on her shirt, he slowly unzipped her shirt exposing a black sports bra holding her breasts in place. They slowly moved their hands back as they pulled back the shirt exposing her bare armpit.

“Oh god,...please dont please hahahahaha.” before she could finish her pleas the pale fingers buried eagerly into her now bare armpits. She twisted and bounced, her breasts bouncing against the sports bra. Her laughter echoed through the ground. “Hahaha please hahaha stop hahahah ill do anything hahahaha.”
They ignored her pleas and continued their dutiful tickling of her soft exposed skin, this continued for a bit longer before they suddenly stood back as the wheel turned until she was laying ontop of the wheel with only her legs within reach. Hiro knew what was next and he was now excited and drawn into the scene unfolding before him.
Slowly the pale men began to unlace her shoes and the pull off her ankle high running socks to expose her soft feet. She had a bit of a tan on the tops of her feet but the underside was pink and vulnerable.
Their long fingers reached up and immediately began to stroke her arches resulting in burts of laughter. “Hahahaha please not my hahaha feet hahaha anything haha please haha.”
They stroked up and down her soft feet, their motion mimicking what he had done to his mother the night before. Going under the toes and down to arches and back up.
“Oh god hahaha please hahaha no more hahaha im hahah a teacher hahah i dont have much money hahaha”.
Suddenly the pale men stopped, they slowly brought their heads closer to her feet. Their immediately flew back exposing faces that resembled shopping mannequins, but they slowly exposing a mouth filled with five long narrow tongues. They quickly began to wrap around her bare feet, they stroked, teased and tickled every inch of her feet. Ms. Ando could do nothing but cry out in laughter.
Hiro was enraptured by the scene unfolding in front of him, his pants grew tight as her laughter echoed through his ears.
“Hahaaha please hahaha when ahaha will you stop hahaha.” Ms Ando laughed out.

“Hey time to go!” said Mihiro as she pushed Hiro causing him to jolt back to his family.
“What the hell?” Hiro muttered before opening his hand showing the ogre charm with only three fingers held up.