So here is a tickle sketch for Drivergamer127 once again, this time is with his two Pokemon characters, Derek the Tyrantrum and Drix the Incineroar. So as it turns out, these Pokemorphs live under one roof so its not a surprise that these two would do this, especially with Drix being a prankster XP. I guess Derek had hoped his massive combat boots would protect his paws, but as we can see, apparently not XD.

Derek,Drix->Drivergamer127: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/drivergamer127/

Will be writing a story as usual so if you're not comfortable with foot/boot 'fetish' like stuff than i suggest not reading it. Still here? Okay than here we go.

Drix's POV

Drix peeked at his friend, Derek from behind a wall. The Incineroar had been having a urge to prank all day but he can't seem to find anyone in their massive home today, all except for the hotheaded Derek, who was pretty much spending his time working out. As much as he loved Derek like a brother, the prankster side of Drix can't be contained for long, and now this side of him is targeting the Tyrantrum.

Looking at the Tyrantrum again, who was lifting some weights, Drix observed Derek, the pokemorph dressed in his usual attire of a military jacket with ripped sleeves for his beefy arms, military camo pants and a pair of big, black combat boots to hold those massive paws of his. Drix couldn't help but look at his own attire, which consisted of a similar uniform, ripped military jacket, a tactical vest, camo pants and a pair of combat boots, which has since peeled open from wear and tear. Wiggling his toes in those popped boots, Drix suddenly had an idea that would definitely piss Derek off. You see the Tyrantrum takes care of his boots unlike Drix and takes much pride in doing so. "Hmm..it would be a pity if they were to...open up" Drix says to himself as a smirk lights up on his face, his eyes now focused on those beefy, sexy boots as they bend and flex with the Tyrantrum's feet. "Well...lets do it than," Drix says as he prepares a little chlorofoam for the procedure....

Derek's POV

"198..199...200!" The Tyrantrum counted as he finally hit his target, hanging up the weights he has been using before stretching. Derek enjoys working out, keeping his rugged body in shape. Typically he would have gone to a gym but now that he has all the equipment he needs at home, Derek could now work out in the comfort of his home. "And now...for a shower" Derek says to himself as he wipes the sweat that rolls down from his head. His clothes are thoroughly soaked from head to toe with sweat as well, causing them to stick to the Tyrantrum scales a little, not that Derek minds. Wiggling his toes, he felt his sweat soaked socks squish against the hard, worn insole of his boots, the air inside them boots warm, stuffy and definitely musky thanks to his work out.

"Mmm, just the way i like it," Derek says to himself, unaware of the listening Drix, looking forward to getting a good sniff out of them. Pausing in front of a mirror, the dino just had to admire his hot body, flexing his beefy arms like a bodybuilder (which he could be). "Hey." Derek hears someone call him, turning around to face the Incineroar that lives in the same home as he. "What do you want?" Derek says in a rather proud manner. "Oh nothing..." Drix says with a slight smirk,"Just wondering if you wanna relax." Derek couldn't help but scoff a little,"I relax when i want too, i don't need you to tell me." the Tyrantrum replied smugly.

"Hmph, how rude," Drix says still smirking,"Well let me rephrase, you ARE going to relax," as the incineroar suddenly places a cloth over Derek's nose, the Tyrantrum barely having time to react before he passes out....

Drix's POV

With his captive tied up, Drix could finally set his plans in motion, sitting down next to Derek's beefy boots, he could barely hold himself back, clawed hands placed on the rough leather of the boots as Drix enjoys the texture of the leather as well as the warmth coming from Derek warm, undoubtedly musky feet. A loud groan indicated the waking of the Tyrantrum. Drix simply watched as the Tyrantrum opened his eyes, making eye contact. "Wakey wakey," Drix could barely say before he was met with a massive roar, that was loud enough to cause him to wince abit. "Untie me at once!!!" Derek roared in anger, struggling against his bounds to no avail. "Jeez thats no way to get me to do stuff," Drix stated rubbing is ears. "I. Don't. Care." Derek replies with seemingly no end to his rage.

"Hmph, if thats the case i guess i should carry on with your punishment than." Drix says dragging his sharp claw down the leather of Derek's boot, leaving a nasty mark on them. "Hey! You burning furball!" Derek continued to roar loudly, clearly pissed at the small damage. "I recommend saving your breathe Derek." Drix says calmly, causing the Tyrantrum to growl at him.

"So...i believe you have built up quite a stench in there?" Drix asks, earning a grunt from Derek. "Yea? So what." Derek replies. "So," Drix continues, "How about you give me one of your boots to sniff, sharing is caring." "And in return i release you." Derek simply growls,"Screw you, these are my boots, go sniff yours." "Well you aren't making it easy Derek, i guess i'll just have to open them up myself" Drix says with determination in his voice.

"Ha you can try feline, my boots are tough" Derek says confidently. "Well we'll see about that," Drix says before focusing on those boots again.

Derek's POV

Derek sits there, feeling Drix's hands massage around his boot, the cat certainly enjoying them as he squeezes the leather and runs his claw thru his threads. "Last chance," Drix says. "No means no Drix" Derek hastily replied, trusting his boots to simply stay intact. "Fine than, time for to make them talk." Drix says as the Incineroar got to work.

Derek could feel the cat tug on his thick boot sole on his right boot, hearing the leather stretch and hold firm, unwilling to give way. "Mm, nice and tough, too bad they got to go," Drix adds as the pokemorph simply pulled harder. Derek has to admit, he knew Drix was strong but he was hoping his boots was stronger. Sadly that wouldn't be the case, as the boot leather strains near breaking point, stretching thin.

"Rip..." a sound Derek never wanted to hear echos from the base of his boots as the leather finally split slightly. "No..." Derek says only to be countered with a "Yes" From Drix who continues to pull on the weakened boots. With the leather finally tearing, the whole boot started to fall apart. Derek could feel the soles part inch by inch from the sole of his feet as Drix continues to tear sole from boot.

Drix's POV

The Incineroar was thrilled, watching the leather tear in a jagged manner as the footwear submitted to his strength. The musk in the boots had begun wafting out, musk which Drix happily sniffed up while continuing with torturing Derek's boots, which has had the toe pretty much ripped open, the leather opened up like a small mouth with only thin lines of inner lining fabric and stitching trying to keep it together. But with a swift slash from Drix's claw, the fabric simply tears loudly, finally exposing the big toes of Derek, which glisten with sweat, musk pouring out of the 'mouth' of the boot.

Drix couldn't help but stuff his nose into the boot, inhaling deep and fast, feeling the warm musk flood his nose and delighting him with the cheesy scent. "More..." Drix simply says as he resumes tugging, a bit desperately at those boot soles, trying to get them out of his way. The soles simply ripped further with satisfying rips and shrips, pulling from the leather and the sticky sweaty foot of Derek, which left a sticky slimey sweat on the insoles. Drix had begun nuzzling the soft flesh of Derek's feet, feeling the warm flesh under his nose, the sweat on Derek's foot coats Drix's face as the Incineroar continues sniffing up the musk, all while the Tyrantrum chuckles slightly from being tickled by the nuzzling. Drix simply licked up the salty slimy sweat on his face. "Mmm...thats good..." the Incineroar mumbles as dreamily as he began licking up the sweat on Derek's feet, causing the Tyrantrum to laugh harder. Drix even began to lick the sweaty insole, licking it clean before sniffing them hard.

"More..." Drix says as he turns his attention now to the left boot and repeated the process, tearing them apart like before and leaving the soles to flop to the floor, the once tough pair of boots now looking like tattered rags. But Drix didn't care as he sniffed and licked his way around them, eventually stopping to catch his breathe. "Oh yea...." Drix smiles.

"My boots..." Derek says in dismay after he finally stopped laughing from all the licking and nuzzling. "Eh cheer up Derek, its not like you can't fix them." Drix smirks as he sticks his hand onto Derek's exposed right foot, wiggling his fingers wildly and sending the massive Tyrantrum into a fit of laughter. Drix too let a chuckle escape his snout before sniffing some more of the musk wafting out from those feet.

"Okay okay stop!!" Derek shouts in between his laughter, in which Drix, fortunately, decides to do. "You know, i actually really enjoy doing this," The Incineroar says with a grin while Derek simply gave a unhappy rumble before replying with a sigh,"Fine just...give me a heads up next time...and fix my boots after that." "Deal" Drix simply replied, glad they have worked out a deal....


And there we go, hope this tale of smelly feet and ripped boots is alright ^^