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Pedicure

{Mario begrudgingly agrees to a pedicure. He walked himself right into a trap.}

“Where did they go?” Mario wondered.

At some point during the movie that Mario, Luigi, and the girls were watching, Peach and Daisy had disappeared.

“Hey, do you know where the princesses are?” he asked a toad guard.

The guard pointed him towards Peach’s bedroom. Mario walked to her bedroom and heard giggling come from the room.

He softly knocked.

“Peachy? You in there?”

“Come in!” her voice sang.

He opened the door to find Peach painting Daisy’s toenails. Her already painted toes rested on a pillow.

“Oh, hey sorry I’m interrupting you,” Mario said.

He felt awkward interrupting what seemed to just be a girls night.

“No worries! I’m just finishing up painting Daisy’s nails. What do you think?” Peach held up Daisy’s foot.

The nails were a gold-yellow color with sparkles.

“Looks nice! Uh I’m just gonna go back to sit with Lu, he’s passed out on the couch so now I can watch the game. I can only do that when he’s asleep. He hates watching sports.”

“Wait, Mario! You should get your toes done too!” Peach exclaimed.

Mario stopped in his tracks, “uuuhh I don’t really do that, Peachy. I guess you could do my fingers, though.”

“Why not your toes?” Daisy asked.

“My feet are gross. They’re dry and have so many callouses.”

Half of that was true, he was just trying to get out of them possibly touching his feet.

“Well, that’s why we’re doing pedicures, dumby,” Daisy scoffed playfully, “also we don’t have to paint them. We can just get them looking and feeling smoother.”

“Yeah, Mario! You deserve it, you’re on your feet so much, and are always wearing boots or socks! Come on, sit,” Peach patted the chair she was sitting below.

Mario hesitated, and looked around for help. When he saw no one there to help him, he sighed, and prepared for his doom.

Peach absolutely knew how insanely ticklish he was, and now Daisy was about to find out, too.

He sat down on the cushioned chair where there was a basin of water. Peach took the basin to the bathroom, poured it out and refilled it with new steamy water.

She set the basin down in front of the chair, then grabbed Mario’s left ankle.

“H- HEY!” he shouted a bit louder than he meant to.

She ignored him, and simply pulled his sock off. She instructed him to put his foot in the water. It honestly felt nice.

Once both feet were in the water, Mario felt himself relax. He had to admit all tension in his body released when the warm water feeling took over.

“Why are you so afraid of a pedicure?” Daisy asked.

“I’m not!” he lied, “I was just uh.. busy.”

“Busy trying to watch a sports game? That’s boring. Plus your feet need some serious help.”

Mario rolled his eyes, “okay they’re not that bad.”

They really weren’t, they just needed a good wash and good scrub…

Maybe not that last thing.

A few minutes of soaking later, and Mario was completely relaxed. He had completely forgotten about why he was worried.

“Alright, take your feet out. Daisy, can you grab the pumice stone?” Peach asked.

She held the towel up and dried his feet off, chuckling to herself at the way he jumped and pulled away slightly.

“Wait what’s that?” Mario asked.

“A pumice stone helps scrape away dead skin. Don’t worry, it’s very soft. Here, sit down here.”

Mario slid out of the chair onto the floor next to Peach. She grabbed his ankles and pulled them into her lap.

“Wait!” he yelped.

Peach stopped.

“…uh j-just… be gentle,” he gulped.

“Don’t worry, cutie, I’ll be very gentle..”

Mario blushed at being called that. The two weren’t exactly official yet, but, shit, were they both whipped. Daisy was waiting for the day they’d finally kiss.

Mario cringed as she lifted the stone towards his foot. He scrunched his toes involuntarily.

“If you scrunch like that, it’s not gonna work right.”

“I can’t help it I’m sorry!”

Peach didn’t respond, she grabbed his two big toes in her grip and pulled them back a bit. Mario could barely process what happened before he hit the roof with a loud “AAEEEE-” noise.

Peach gently brushed the stone down his sole causing him to squeal.

Daisy burst out laughing, “OH MY GOD THATS WHY YOU’RE SO SCARED?! YOU’RE TICKLISH?!”

“SH-SHUT IT!- EEK HEHEhehehe-!” Mario tried so hard to keep his feet in Peach’s lap, but it was proving impossible.

Luckily, Peach had a solution for that.

“Here, Daisy, you take the left leg, I’ll take the right,” she beamed.

“NO!” Mario protested.

“Ooo good idea, also I know how we can keep his toes out of the way,” Daisy grabbed two foam pieces.

“Great idea!” Peach exclaimed.

They weren’t even paying attention to his pleas and protests as they forced the toe separators on him. Daisy grabbed his left leg and trapped it in her crossed leg. Unfortunately, that leg of hers was strong. Peach put his right leg in an arm lock.

“GUYS PLEASE I PROMISE I DON’T NEED THIS!” Mario pleaded.

“Judging by how dry those toes and arches are, you absolutely need this,” Peach teased.

His heart leapt into his throat when she mentioned those spots.

Peach grabbed the pumice stone again while Daisy grabbed a foot file.

“PLEASE D-DOHOHOHON’T-” Mario cried out as he felt the file gently touch the ball of his foot.

Both girls ignored him again, continuing their tortur- er- cleaning. It was bad at first, but as they got into the flow of gently scraping wherever they saw dead skin (or going over the same spots when they got a good reaction out of him), Mario was on his back wheezing and screaming with laughter. Daisy ran the file over the tops of his toes, and Mario felt like he was gonna die.

“NOT THERE PL-PLEHEHEHEHEASE SANTA MERDA!! PER FAVOHOHOHORE, SMEHEHETTI!! L-le mie dITA D-DEI- PIEDI!!!!”

Daisy and Peach started laughing hysterically at him going insane in Italian.

Both of them stopped and let him catch his breath. Mario’s feet were buzzing with leftover ticklish sensations. He curled his toes instinctively, hugging his stomach while trying to breathe normally again.

“Ohoho my gohohod… you two are evil,” he groaned between breaths.

Peach tilted her head innocently, “evil? We’re helping you.”

Daisy grinned and lightly poked the center of Mario’s sole with one finger.

Mario jerked. “AH! Don’t do that!”

“Wow,” Daisy laughed, “they’re still sensitive.”

Of course they fucking ahahare!”

Peach gently skittered Mario’s ankle, “hey! No cursing!”

Mario let out the cutest snort.

“Ahahaw you hear those cute snorts, Daisy?”

Mario narrowed his eyes at her, “don’t even start that.”

Peach giggled but didn’t answer.

For a moment Mario thought (hoped) it was over. He slowly sat up, flexing his toes inside the foam separators.

“…So we’re done?” he asked cautiously.

Peach and Daisy exchanged a look.

“Done?” Daisy repeated.

Peach grabbed a bottle of lotion.

“We haven’t even started softening your feet properly yet.”

Mario’s eyes widened, “WHAT?! Nononono, I don’t need them softER-”

Before he could finish, Daisy grabbed his ankle again and pulled his leg back into her lap.

“HEY!”

“Relax,” Daisy said, though the huge grin on her face betrayed her.

Peach ran a finger lightly along Mario’s arch.

Mario’s whole body snapped straight.

“NOHOHO—PEACH!”

“This spot here is really dry,” she teased.

“ITS NOHOHOT! STOP WI-WIGGLING PLEHEHEASE!”

“She didn’t even touch you yet!”

“She SO DID!”

“I barely grazed you!”

Mario tried to yank his foot back but Daisy held it firmly.

“Wow, plumber boy,” Daisy chuckled, “your feet are ridiculously ticklish.”

“THEY ARE NOHOT!”

Peach slowly raised her hand that had exfoliating lotion on it.

Mario immediately started laughing in anticipation.

“I hahahate both of you.”

“You’ll survive,” Peach said sweetly.

Then she gently spread the gritty lotion down his sole.

Mario exploded, “AAAAAHAHAHAHA—NOHOHOHOHO PEACH!!”

His hands flew to his face while his trapped foot kicked helplessly in Peach’s hold.

“STOHOHOHOP—IT TIHIHICKLES!!”

Daisy couldn’t stop laughing either as she gently scratched his big toe causing him to screech..

“Peach, you know I think I found his other tickle button!”

“Really?” Peach said thoughtfully.

Mario froze.

“…D-Daisy no-.”

She quickly wiggled her nails under his toes below the toe spreader.

Mario shrieked with laughter.

She did it again causing another yelp.

Then she continuously skittered her nails all over his toes.

Mario collapsed backward onto the carpet, “AAHAHAHAHAHA!! OHOHOHO MY GOHOHOD—DAISY PLEASE!!”

Daisy started lightly scratching around his toes with the file.

“MMHHAHAHAHAHA—NOHOHOHO!”

His feet kicked wildly in their trapped position. He broke out of Peach’s grasp and tried to find purchase on the carpet. Unfortunately, Peach gently grabbed his ankle again with ease.

“Oh no you don’t,” she said sweetly. She then sighed, “Mario.. you rubbed off all the exfoliant..”

Mario’s eyes widened.

“NO I DIDN’T! NO MORE!! PLEHEHEASE!”

She smiled innocently, “oh I won’t, plus we need to focus on getting under those nails.”

She grabbed a small pipe cleaner brush.

“Peach..”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t.”

Instead, she lightly, and quickly brushed across the tops of his toes.

Mario exploded again, “AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PEACH!!”

Tears began pooling in his eyes as Mario’s laughter vanished into silent wheezing and he tried to curl into a ball.

“Aw I think we should stop, we’re breaking him, Daisy,” Peach smiled.

“Oh come on, the squirt can’t handle tickling?! THE Super Mario is just too ticklish for his own good? Gee, I sure hope a certain turtle doesn’t find this out..~” Daisy teased.

“D-DON’T YOU-! HAHAHAAAAA.. DON’T YOU DARE!-”

Daisy only laughed as she raked her nails up and down his left foot.

“G-GUYS PLE-HEHE- HEHEHEASE! I can’t ta-AHAHA- TAKE ANYMOHOHORE!!” Mario pounded his fist on the carpet.

Mario’s fist thumped weakly against the carpet again, but it lacked any real force now, his strength was melting into helpless, breathless laughter.

Peach exchanged a glance with Daisy, her teasing smile softening just a little.

“Alright, alright,” Peach said, easing her grip on his ankle, “we might have gone a tiny bit too far.”

“A tiny bit?” Daisy snorted, though her hands slowed to a stop, her nails resting lightly against his foot instead of scribbling across it, “he was laughing before we even started.”

Mario sucked in a shaky breath laced with giggles, his chest rising and falling unevenly as he tried to recover.

“Y-you think- ha.. haha.. you think?!”

Another stray giggle escaped him when Daisy’s fingers shifted slightly, and he jerked his leg back on instinct.

Daisy raised an eyebrow, “wow. Still that sensitive, huh?”

“Don’t-! ..Don’t test it…” Mario warned, though there was no real threat behind it.

His voice wavered, and he curled slightly onto his side, clutching his stomach.

Peach set the brush aside and gently patted his shin, “we’re done, Mario. Promise.”

“…Promise?” he asked cautiously, peeking up at her.

Daisy grinned.

Peach shot her a look.

“…I promise,” Peach corrected firmly.

Mario let out a long, relieved breath, his body finally starting to relax into the carpet.

“Thank you…”

There was a brief pause.

Then Daisy leaned in just slightly, her voice dropping into a playful whisper near his ear, “you know… Bowser would definitely want to know about this.”

Mario froze.

Peach shook her head, “Daisy…”

“What? I’m just saying! Imagine it. ‘Fearless hero defeated by a pedicure and a foot rub.’ It’s headline material.”

Mario groaned, dragging his hands over his face, “I save the kingdom and this is my reputation with you now…”

Peach giggled softly, “don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with us.”

Daisy smirked, “..mostly.”

Mario shot her a look.

“…Okay, okay,” Daisy laughed, raising her hands in surrender, “no evil turtles will be informed. For now.”

Mario narrowed his eyes, though a tired smile tugged at the corner of his mouth despite himself.

“…I.. am never letting either of you near my feet agahahain.”

Daisy cracked her knuckles dramatically, “oh don’t worry, you don’t have to let us..”

Mario covered his face again, groaning as his face turned a dark red.

Peach just smiled, far too innocently.

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