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WARNING! Even though the picture itself is SFW, the story attached is pretty fetish-oriented.
Sooooo like, don't read if you're under 18 (but ya probably will anyway lmao)
It's around 1300 words and there is some musk and sweat involved so if you don't like that, then again, don't read it!!
Enjoy :P
It was early in the morning and you were bringing your fluffy friend a tray of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and milk… as per his order. The weekend wasn’t going very well for you so far. First you lost a gaming tournament you should have won and now you had to pay up your end of the lost bet. The skunk you were playing with beat you fair and square and even though you complained, the rules were very clear. Loser had to become the winner’s personal butler for an entire day. Varo was a good friend of yours so you had no reason to think he would gloat or take advantage but this time was different. This time, Varo had a plan to get his own personal butler whenever he wanted. After you set the tray down on a nearby table you were about to sit down on the couch next to him when he whistled.
“And what do you think you’re doing? You haven’t forgotten about the deal already, have you?” The skunk said with a grin.
You let out a sigh, “Alright, alright. What do you want from me now?”
“Hey, butlers don’t talk back like that you know! I was thinking of going easy on you but it seems like you need a lesson on servitude. Get on your knees in front of the coffee table. Now.”
You were taken aback by his sudden demands but it wasn’t rocket science to know that disobeying him could land you in a world of hurt, (not that it would ever come to that between you two, but it was hard to look past the skunk’s toned muscles and commanding voice). With the thought circling your mind – and a gulp of slight fear and nervousness – you kneeled in front of him. There was neither hesitation nor the time to wonder what going to happen next as Varo immediately raised both of his legs and dropped his footpaws on the coffee table. The paws landed right in front of you and the nearby cup of coffee shook as the weight of those feet hit the wood.
“You’re going to tend to my paws while I eat and watch T.V… understood?” Varo looked straight into your eyes with a deadpan stare, again using that same commanding voice.
“What? No way, that’s gross!” You replied turning your head to the side. The skunk didn’t say anything back. All he did was stretch his feet out further, spreading them while letting his soles do the talking. One curious glance back from you was all it took to give up being stubborn. Although the situation was already embarrassing enough you wanted to continue staring at those wonderful heels, arches and pads. The pads were black as tar and contrasted well against the white, inviting you to find each little speck of dirt trapped in the fur. You looked up for a moment and met the skunk’s eyes before quickly dropping your gaze again; desperately trying not to let him know what made you tick. But it was already too late for that.
“Yeah, I know about your foot fetish. Why else do you think I’m asking you to do this? I know someone like you would be perfectly suited for the job!” To prove his point, he waved both feet to one side and back. Both eyes were on autopilot. Your sight was glued like a magnet to the bottoms of his feet, following them as they swayed back and forth. He smiled knowing he had you like putty in his hands.
“Well, are you gonna get to it or not?”
“I-I am, i-it’s just…” You managed to stammer before taking one of those big thick paws into your hands losing your entire train of thought instantly. Without being told to do it you began to wrap both hands around the base of the skunk’s foot getting a greater feel for its mass and power. You started to massage as best you can just to show him respect. You looked up with a blushed expression and murmured in a quiet voice, “Like this…?”
The skunk chuckled to himself and wiggled his toes just in front of your chin, letting the strong musk from between the digits drift up to your nose. Even though you knew feet were supposed to smell bad, his smelled good in a way that words couldn’t describe. Before you could think about what you were doing you plunged your nose right underneath Varo’s toes and above his main pad. He shook around your muzzle using his foot while you were attached, never once bringing your nose away from his scent.
“I’m in charge of what to do next, and how to do it. If you listen to me, you’ll get more of my footpaws than you can handle. If you don’t…” Varo brought his foot away from your grip for a moment. Your face tried to follow directly, hoping to get one last sniff. He smirked and kept his foot well out of reach getting an involuntary whimper out of you. “I think you get the idea. I can easily tell how much of a foot bitch you are so I don’t expect you to resist me all that much. For your first task I want these toes sucked clean.”
You tried to look back at Varo only to end up having your head hang down in embarrassment. The skunk was playing a game here and he knew how to win. Slowly, you brought your lips to one of his toes and slurped at the pad whilst keeping your eyes closed to avoid his gaze. He wasn’t having any of it though. He was eagerly pushing his other foot into your cheek and tapping your forehead with his massive paw. He rubbed his other toes along your cheek and over your nose bringing in that delicious, manly scent. There was a slightly damp feel to his paws, the feeling lingering as some of his foot sweat was wiping off onto your muzzle.
“Ah-ah! I want my pet to look at me when he’s working. Have to admit though, you look awful good down there, wouldn’t you agree?”
After opening your eyes you nod your head and bob up and down on one toe, feeling suddenly motivated to suck it with more effort. His praise meant everything. You felt no desire other than to serve him completely.
“Yes… oh God, yes… I want to be yours! Let me worship you!”
Suddenly Varo retracted both his feet back for a moment before shoving them roughly onto your face. Both paws together covered your entire head with ease but you pushed yourself forward without hesitation, not holding back anymore. Your sight was under a layer of white and black paw sole. The smell entered your nose and filled your lungs. And finally, the taste of his arch was given as you stuck your tongue out and lapped again and again, savouring each lick.
“You were easy to break! Start calling me ‘Sir’ from now on, footrug. That’s an order.”
“Thank you, uh, s-sir! Mmmphmm!” A moan escaped and a shiver of pleasure ran down your body as you took in another breath.
With each whiff you could feel yourself giving in more and more. Any chance of hesitation was long gone by now. The only thing you cared about in this moment was giving Varo’s footpaws the attention they deserved. You nuzzled into the soles as best you could bringing your tongue all the way from heel to toe, and you couldn’t get enough! Any drool or sweat was swiftly swallowed and taken care of without question. The day went by in a breeze after you were put in your place by the hunk of a skunk. Whenever you weren’t face deep in his paws you were doing some other menial task for him. You no longer wanted to just be his servant for a day, you wanted it indefinitely.
And that is exactly what Varo was counting on.
Sooooo like, don't read if you're under 18 (but ya probably will anyway lmao)
It's around 1300 words and there is some musk and sweat involved so if you don't like that, then again, don't read it!!
Enjoy :P
It was early in the morning and you were bringing your fluffy friend a tray of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and milk… as per his order. The weekend wasn’t going very well for you so far. First you lost a gaming tournament you should have won and now you had to pay up your end of the lost bet. The skunk you were playing with beat you fair and square and even though you complained, the rules were very clear. Loser had to become the winner’s personal butler for an entire day. Varo was a good friend of yours so you had no reason to think he would gloat or take advantage but this time was different. This time, Varo had a plan to get his own personal butler whenever he wanted. After you set the tray down on a nearby table you were about to sit down on the couch next to him when he whistled.
“And what do you think you’re doing? You haven’t forgotten about the deal already, have you?” The skunk said with a grin.
You let out a sigh, “Alright, alright. What do you want from me now?”
“Hey, butlers don’t talk back like that you know! I was thinking of going easy on you but it seems like you need a lesson on servitude. Get on your knees in front of the coffee table. Now.”
You were taken aback by his sudden demands but it wasn’t rocket science to know that disobeying him could land you in a world of hurt, (not that it would ever come to that between you two, but it was hard to look past the skunk’s toned muscles and commanding voice). With the thought circling your mind – and a gulp of slight fear and nervousness – you kneeled in front of him. There was neither hesitation nor the time to wonder what going to happen next as Varo immediately raised both of his legs and dropped his footpaws on the coffee table. The paws landed right in front of you and the nearby cup of coffee shook as the weight of those feet hit the wood.
“You’re going to tend to my paws while I eat and watch T.V… understood?” Varo looked straight into your eyes with a deadpan stare, again using that same commanding voice.
“What? No way, that’s gross!” You replied turning your head to the side. The skunk didn’t say anything back. All he did was stretch his feet out further, spreading them while letting his soles do the talking. One curious glance back from you was all it took to give up being stubborn. Although the situation was already embarrassing enough you wanted to continue staring at those wonderful heels, arches and pads. The pads were black as tar and contrasted well against the white, inviting you to find each little speck of dirt trapped in the fur. You looked up for a moment and met the skunk’s eyes before quickly dropping your gaze again; desperately trying not to let him know what made you tick. But it was already too late for that.
“Yeah, I know about your foot fetish. Why else do you think I’m asking you to do this? I know someone like you would be perfectly suited for the job!” To prove his point, he waved both feet to one side and back. Both eyes were on autopilot. Your sight was glued like a magnet to the bottoms of his feet, following them as they swayed back and forth. He smiled knowing he had you like putty in his hands.
“Well, are you gonna get to it or not?”
“I-I am, i-it’s just…” You managed to stammer before taking one of those big thick paws into your hands losing your entire train of thought instantly. Without being told to do it you began to wrap both hands around the base of the skunk’s foot getting a greater feel for its mass and power. You started to massage as best you can just to show him respect. You looked up with a blushed expression and murmured in a quiet voice, “Like this…?”
The skunk chuckled to himself and wiggled his toes just in front of your chin, letting the strong musk from between the digits drift up to your nose. Even though you knew feet were supposed to smell bad, his smelled good in a way that words couldn’t describe. Before you could think about what you were doing you plunged your nose right underneath Varo’s toes and above his main pad. He shook around your muzzle using his foot while you were attached, never once bringing your nose away from his scent.
“I’m in charge of what to do next, and how to do it. If you listen to me, you’ll get more of my footpaws than you can handle. If you don’t…” Varo brought his foot away from your grip for a moment. Your face tried to follow directly, hoping to get one last sniff. He smirked and kept his foot well out of reach getting an involuntary whimper out of you. “I think you get the idea. I can easily tell how much of a foot bitch you are so I don’t expect you to resist me all that much. For your first task I want these toes sucked clean.”
You tried to look back at Varo only to end up having your head hang down in embarrassment. The skunk was playing a game here and he knew how to win. Slowly, you brought your lips to one of his toes and slurped at the pad whilst keeping your eyes closed to avoid his gaze. He wasn’t having any of it though. He was eagerly pushing his other foot into your cheek and tapping your forehead with his massive paw. He rubbed his other toes along your cheek and over your nose bringing in that delicious, manly scent. There was a slightly damp feel to his paws, the feeling lingering as some of his foot sweat was wiping off onto your muzzle.
“Ah-ah! I want my pet to look at me when he’s working. Have to admit though, you look awful good down there, wouldn’t you agree?”
After opening your eyes you nod your head and bob up and down on one toe, feeling suddenly motivated to suck it with more effort. His praise meant everything. You felt no desire other than to serve him completely.
“Yes… oh God, yes… I want to be yours! Let me worship you!”
Suddenly Varo retracted both his feet back for a moment before shoving them roughly onto your face. Both paws together covered your entire head with ease but you pushed yourself forward without hesitation, not holding back anymore. Your sight was under a layer of white and black paw sole. The smell entered your nose and filled your lungs. And finally, the taste of his arch was given as you stuck your tongue out and lapped again and again, savouring each lick.
“You were easy to break! Start calling me ‘Sir’ from now on, footrug. That’s an order.”
“Thank you, uh, s-sir! Mmmphmm!” A moan escaped and a shiver of pleasure ran down your body as you took in another breath.
With each whiff you could feel yourself giving in more and more. Any chance of hesitation was long gone by now. The only thing you cared about in this moment was giving Varo’s footpaws the attention they deserved. You nuzzled into the soles as best you could bringing your tongue all the way from heel to toe, and you couldn’t get enough! Any drool or sweat was swiftly swallowed and taken care of without question. The day went by in a breeze after you were put in your place by the hunk of a skunk. Whenever you weren’t face deep in his paws you were doing some other menial task for him. You no longer wanted to just be his servant for a day, you wanted it indefinitely.
And that is exactly what Varo was counting on.
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Paw
Species Skunk
Size 1275 x 878px
File Size 1.19 MB
Hey, I don't think your stories are 'eh' quality. I like all the stories you attach. I don't like to read much, but you have managed to make me read everything. (and your friend has captivated my attention as well with the editorial skills he's shown here.
I love the picture a lot too. I wish I could 'lose' a 'bet' of the same plot with Varo too.
I love the picture a lot too. I wish I could 'lose' a 'bet' of the same plot with Varo too.
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