The Dolorosa/Signless footjob

Only the distant sound of a loud, howling wind could be heard.

Apart from that, there was nothing but complete darkness, a black hole, connected to the outside world only through one narrow opening in the cavern's rock. Until, barely noticeable in the noise of that shrieking storm, footsteps drew near, only to stop abruptly right outside of this forsaken hole. A loud thumping commenced, rhythmical and constant, and seconds later there was a crashing noise as the small opening collapsed to form a larger passage. The sounds of the raging storm outside erupted into the confined space - the noise was almost deafening. The darkness was broken by streams of light, illuminating a small cave, formed under the rocky surface that rarely breaks above the sandy Alternian dunes. Silently, something squeezed itself through the narrow passage - a tall, shapely, jade-blooded troll, cradling a slumbering troll child of mutant blood. She stepped inside, now safe from the lashing sand-filled winds.

She stumbled to the far end of the hollow, her soft irregular footsteps reverberating between the walls while grinding sand and debris underfoot. When she found an appropriate spot on the floor with a flat surface, she carefully wiped the floor with one foot to remove any dirt or jagged rubble, and then proceeded to carefully place the child on the ground there. Returning to the passage, she collected some of the rocks she dislodged while breaking into this refuge, and put some of them back in place, barring entry from any unwanted visitors as well as muffling the noise of the winds.

Exhausted, she walked up to the snoozing child, and sat down on the ground beside it. The child was barely six sweeps old, and had previously fallen asleep in her arms as she carried him the last two miles. No matter how uppity he could get at this age, and no matter how bold and mature he thought he was, he was still just a kid. An entire day of walking quickly takes its toll on one so young, she thought, as she stroked her fingers through his hair.

She was quite tired herself. As she stretched her lean, mature body, she leaned against the cavern's walls to catch her breath in a comfortable position. This life, this blasphemous life they both lived, it was a hard one, but it was not without its rewards. She would never have encountered such levels of maternity and companionship, had she remained under the Mother Grub's wing beneath the surface, cleaning out her many orifices and grooming her bloated grub-like body, day in, day out. She would not have gained a son the way she had. And it was infinitely more rewarding.

The Dolorosa had undergone a complete transformation since the day she decided to throw caution to the wind and take the small signless grub under her wing. The many sweeps of walking across treacherous terrain had trained her long, lean legs to become strong and well-toned, developing them to allow for a powerful stride that could carry her up any hill no matter how steep or unstable. Having long traversed the barren Alternian dunes and tundras, and as an absolute outcast from all society, she had long worn out her only pair of fitting troll slippers, and sweeps of walking barefoot had left her feet coarse and rough with calluses. This bothered her at first, and she would tear strips of cloth from her dress to bind her feet with in a vain effort to protect her tootsies. However, she soon realized that her small, vulnerable companion required much more protection than she did, so eventually she stopped shielding her feet altogether in order to preserve more cloth to wrap the child in. The unrelenting sun had given her skin an additional tan she had never before seen, having shunned the surface all her life, and the constant sandblasting had made her skin tougher. All in all, she had become a stronger, hardened individual, perfectly fit to take care of a child in an unforgiving wasteland.

Tired, she caressed her aching legs, having dutifully carried her yet another day. And she was thankful for it. Pulling up her skirt to reveal those bare, long legs, she admired them for a while as they cooled off to the refreshing cavern air. They were strong, these legs, yet they had remained as slender as they'd ever been, and she was proud of them. She didn't care if this made her vain - she adored her legs, and there was nothing wrong with that.

And she wasn't the only one who loved them. Her little Signless loved them too ever since he was just a grub, climbing onto them, playing around with them, hugging them. They were like a jungle gym to him, and she indulged his playful behavior. It was all they had, and thankfully it wasn't a game he was getting tired of just yet.

Gently, she stroked her legs, relieving herself of the pain, massaging her thighs, calves and shins. She brought her rough, sandy feet up to her lap, folding those long legs to a lotus position, and stroked her aching soles, sighing as she massaged herself.

After soothing her worn muscles, she stretched her legs, sat back and felt a sleepiness coming over her, when suddenly she felt the tell-tale nudging against the bottom of her soles.

The kid had woken up and was eagerly rubbing his face all over the Dolorosa's feet, preparing to straddle one of her long legs while hugging her ankle. He poked his little nose between her toes, kissed her heel and rubbed his cheek against her sole. His little face was one of pure bliss. And she watched, spellbound.

The Signless had first shown interest in her feet even before he reached sexual maturity. It started shortly after she lost her first sandal, and after that she would occasionally wake up to find the small grub suckling and gnawing on her toes. She hadn't seen this behavior before but thought nothing of it, until the boy started to develop. He would play with her feet at every chance he got, and the older he became, the more visibly aroused he would get.

The boy didn't know better, obviously, but she knew this wasn't regular infant behavior. But she didn't stop it. The the two of them had so little, and a close bond was all that could save them out in this Alternian wilderness. So, she decided to indulge it, at least for a while. Meanwhile this had been going on for at least two sweeps, and she had come to enjoy it as much as he did. It soothed her.

Rubbing and hugging her leg, he had started licking her soles in deep, massaging strokes, and she could already feel his small, warm bone bulge growing against the calf of her leg. She cooed when he licked between her toes - it always tingled when he did that since it was the only tender skin she had left, and she wiggled her toes in approval. She went back to stroking her legs as the Signless started grinding his cock against her, producing soft pleasure noises.

Instantly an idea crossed her mind. A bold one, and she was hesitant at first, but quickly decided not to over-think things and just go for it.

The cavern was small enough for her to, with a little effort, stretch out her leg and touch the wall opposite to her with her toes, giving her full reach over the area. This was going to come in handy for what she'd planned. She pulled her legs away from her squirming companion, as much as it pained her, and she waited for him to turn and face her.

When he did, he wasn't sad or angered. He simply waited, knowing something was happening and he'd better wait and see what it was. He could be rather mature for his age when he wanted to be.

For a moment they looked at each other, the Dolorosa's legs pulled up to her chest with her chin resting on her knees, the Signless sitting patiently and gracefully like the virile young man he'd become. She was going to have to find him a mate sooner or later, she thought, or else she wasn't going to be able to control herself around him any longer. Her flushed feelings were becoming way too strong for a healthy maternal relationship.

"Is something the matter?" he spoke, his voice young but already gritty.
"Not really," she replied, her full, honeyed voice filling the cavern. "I would just like to try something out."

Slowly she extended her leg out to him, placing her foot gently against his face. His concentration shattered and he began shifting, struggling to control himself. She gently pushed his head back until it bumped against the wall behind him, at which point he lifted up both of his hands and firmly grasped her large, rough foot, vigorously licking up and down the length of her sole.

Meanwhile, he spread his legs, his bulge protruding against the fabric of his pants, visibly throbbing and ready for action. She hesitated for a second, and then placed her other foot on his inner thigh, slowly pushing its way up towards his crotch. The Signless froze up, anticipating the touch that was about to come.

As she inched her foot upwards, slowly, he tensed up more and more until, eventually, she slid her sole over his erection, gently massaging it. Her foot was still quite a bit larger than the full length of his erect bone bulge, and it easily fit in the concave part of her sole. The Signless gasped, his legs trembling and hips grinding as the Dolorosa slowly dragged her foot up and down across his sex, inserting her toes into his panting mouth with her other foot. Meanwhile she bit her lip and brought her fingers down under her skirt, seeking to pleasure herself as well.

Grasping the top of his pants with strong, dexterous toes, she pulled it down to reveal the tip of his throbbing bulge, eager to get out. He shifted up as she continued to pull steadily, and with little effort, his ragged pants came undone, revealing his erection in full glory.

When the Dolorosa placed her rough sole back on his bare bulge, he almost snarled as a shock went through his body. It was almost too much. Feeling her foot with his hands, face and tongue was different, as they were tough and used to rough surfaces. But feeling it… down there… it was almost like sandpaper - warm, rough, leathery sandpaper, and it almost chafed the tender skin of his erection. She pushed her large toes into his mouth to stifle any resistance and soon he was suckling away, but the feeling stayed.

However, to the Dolorosa this was the best feeling she'd felt in days. Something so soft and warm upon her weathered hooves felt like heaven, and she took to it like a fish to water, eagerly pumping her foot up and down his shaft, playing with his bulging tip under her toes, as the frustrated yet hopelessly aroused moans filled the room from his toe-filled mouth. Her finger sneaked down and traced across the length of her nook, massaging inwards to her seed flap. She arched her back and curled her toes, which grabbed onto his lip and bulge respectively, as it had been too long since she'd felt her own touch in that most private of places. With her Signless vigorously sucking on her toes, humping her sole and stroking her leg with his fingertips, she brought herself to orgasm far too quickly. Her body shivered, she gasped loudly and convulsed as a stream of clear genetic material propelled itself across the dusty cavern floor before her.

But her companion was not done yet. With his eyes rolled back in ecstasy, he'd gotten used to the roughness of her sole and was now avidly plowing into it, licking and sucking her other sole like there was no tomorrow. She felt a tingling as his bulge throbbed under her foot, felt his load building up inside it, which in turn gave her the energy to start up another round as her fingers went back to probing the sensitive depths of her nook. Taking one foot from his face and wrapping both around his bulge from two sides, she pumped up and down rhythmically as the Sighnless started gasping audibly, his body quaking and gasps turning to moans as a flood of his crimson goo erupted from between her feet, the feeling of which sent her over the edge a second time as greenish slime cascaded over her probing fingers while her hips bucked uncontrollably.

For a moment they looked each other in the eye, and where she feared there would be awkwardness, there was only affection. As they both sat, breathless and exhausted, one crawled over to the other as they collapsed in an embrace, and dozed off to sleep right there and then. The wind still howled menacingly outside, but in this cavern there was no place for despair, only for love.

All they had was one another, and outcasts such as them, they do what is necessary to get by. And if sloppy footjobs are what it takes, then so be it.