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A nine-tailed folf named Lelou has a tiresome workout after playing DDR for so long and has WereGarurumon and Leomon pamper and massage his sore, sweaty feet.
Done as a request for and special guest appearance by
Lelouch_Utsukukitsu
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Wolfragy
On a hot and sweaty day in Furtopia, most furries like to spend time resting inside with the A/C on full blast or watching a movie in the middle of a chilly theater. But in some cases furries still worked out to keep their physical state intact, hence the burly muscle furs who seemed to work out 24/7 or wasted time using an overdose of steroids. Then again, some furries tended to do both simultaneously. For instance, Lelouch Utsukukitsu. Lelou was a folf—half wolf, half fox—with blue, black and silver fur all over his body and nine tails. On his shoulders and back were blue fur, on his top muzzle was black fur, the bottom and neck were coated with white fur, and so on and so forth. His left eye was green like an emerald and his right was blue like sapphire. His long, pointy white and black ears had a hoop and stud in each ear. If anyone looked inside his mouth they’d notice his tongue was pierced with the symbol for canine in Japanese. If anyone lifted up his shirt, they’d notice he also had his nipples pierced, and possibly get a glimpse of the rainbow paw tattoo on his hips. Right now he was wearing a belly fish net tank-top and long green pants with chains hanging from the side, along with a brown belt and a black collar with a pad lock around his throat.
Today Lelou decided to venture off into the movie theater so he could play a good old fashioned game of Dance Dance Revolution. Yes, it was a videogame, but when you’re busy hopping up and down to a chaotic song so quickly that you’re trying not to trip over your own two feet, you’re gonna get some form of exercise, and you’re gonna start sweating. At times the folf would play the game for ten minutes, while in other cases, like today, he’d play for an hour or two. He wasn’t afraid of getting sweaty or smelly while working out; he accepted the smell of his natural body odors. Plus the air conditioner was blazing in the theater right now so he probably wouldn’t get sweaty anyway. The blue and gray folf walked over to the glass doors of the theater and inhaled deeply as the infamous smell of burning popcorn and hotdogs filled his nostrils. He heard the sounds of arcades games and muffled shooting going on and erratic beeps and clicks. The lobby was very serene besides the sounds of the arcade games. All the furries must’ve been inside the theater watching a movie or using the bathroom or in the back of the theater. There was a secret resting area for furries to venture inside if anyone wanted massages or to simply take a nap…or do other “private” things the public wouldn’t like to see in the middle of nowhere. But Lelou didn’t need to relax, not now anyway. Lelou walked over to the token machine and inserted a couple of dollars inside before hearing the loud clinking sound of the yellow coins hitting the coin dispenser. After collecting the tokens, the blue folf walked over to the standard DDR machine. He cracked his neck twice before hopping onto the machine and inserting a few coins inside. Lelou picked one of the most complicated songs the machine could offer and before he knew it, he was hopping up and down like a maniac.
The folf pushed himself over the limit yet again, and now he was panting with his tongue almost touching his chin and sweat that dripped so far down his forehead that his pants were a little damp. He planned to play the game for only an hour or two, but somehow, that time limit extended to five hours. It was evening now, and the sun was beginning to set. Lelou knew he pushed himself way too hard, but after playing the game for a few hours, he began to attract a suitable audience who began to cheer the folf on and was amazed at his fast, almost instant reflexes, especially with the Nonstop Megamix version of “Superstar”. But what really blew away the audience was that Lelou was actually bold enough to try out the song “Paranoia Evil” on the challenge level, and pass the song with a “B” average. After doing all of that, Lelou had to take a break for a few minutes to catch his breath and he went back to playing the game. He continued to do more hellacious songs on ridiculous difficulty levels, but soon enough, he grew tired, and his audience began to diminish. Lelou got pretty sweaty after taking on “Paranoia Evil” and his body was becoming very aromatic. Eventually, many furries watching him quietly walked out of the theater because the smell of Lelou’s nasty B.O. and slimy cheesy footpaws were getting to everyone. Even Lelou had to admit he smelled pretty rank right now, without even bothering to spray any AXE or some form of deodorant on his body. The whole dance pad was rife with his perspiration and the folf almost slipped just from standing still. He exhaled and slouched his way off the dance machine, making his way over to the snack machines so he could purchase a couple of spicy tuna rolls, all of which he wolfed down in an instant. Lelou thought about going home, propping his stinky feet on the table and watching a few hours of television with the air blasting in his face, but why do that when there was a resting center not even four yards away from him? The blue folf wiped some of the sweat of his face and walked over to the resting area, where he found a couple of other furs lying on their abdomen or back, receiving a euphoric pampering. He didn’t really know where to sit until he saw WereGarurumon and Leomon standing over at a private section of area, wearing the type of uniforms the other massagers were wearing.
“Didn’t know you guys were working here.” he said.
“It’s only on a temporary basis; we usually work in Maytek City.” said the werewolf Digimon.
“I see you’ve been working out.”
“Hehe, don’t you mean ‘smell’ Leo?” joked WereGarurumon.
“When you play Dance Dance Revolution for five hours straight without putting on any kind of deodorant you’re gonna smell very foul when you finish.”
“No kidding. You should’ve smelled WereGarurumon’s feet after we got done playing the game for a few hours!”
“I thought those were yours Leo?”
“Shut up. All three of us have gigantic feet that sweat easily and have a noticeable odor to it. Anyway, Lelou sit in one of the chairs and we’ll start massaging you.”
Lelou groaned and held one of his slimy footpaws, rubbing it with his paws.
“You guys think you could start with my feet first? After that DDR game they’ve been sore and sweaty.”
“Oh, definitely! Just sit in that chair over there and we’ll start pampering!”
The blue folf walked over to a black chair sitting next to the wall and sighed heavily as he sat down on the soft, leather chair. He propped his feet on a short footstool in front of him and put his hands on the back of his head. Leomon and WereGarurumon got on their knees and started pampering the folf’s large feet. Like Leomon stated earlier, Lelou had his own pair of giant smelly footpaws; he could fit size 14 shoes if he didn’t walk everywhere barefoot, and his toes were a bit wide. Lelou was a slob of course; he didn’t wash his feet so they always stank or had some dirt of some kind of grime on the soles. WereGarurumon took care of the right footpaw while Leomon took care of the left one. Both of them started out easy at first, simply moving their paws up and down the folf’s feet. Lelou sighed loudly and closed his eyes with a grin across his face. From what Leomon could tell, his heel, toes and the balls of his foot were a little rough and coarse. The soles of the footpaws were a different story, as they were slimy and thick with some type of mud or muck. WereGarurumon curiously leaned forward and sniffed the foot he was massaging, groaning a little and recoiling. The werewolf stuck his nose in the section between the second and third toes, the part of Lelou’s feet that happened to stink the most. Nevertheless, he leaned forward and started to sniff his foot again. Leomon on the other hand, was only moving his paws up and down the foot. He stiffened a little when he got a little bit of toe jam on his left paw and looked at it.
“That’s lovely. You ever wash your feet Lelou?” asked Leo, shaking some of the jam off.
“Nope. That’s the way I like it!”
WereGarurumon was busy sniffing the foot very calmly and murring softly, rubbing the foot with one paw. He heard a couple of squishes as he was going in-between the toes and felt the folf’s long toe claws, which might’ve been sharp enough to cut through wood. Lelou wiggled his toes as WereGarurumon stuck his finger in-between them and giggled. Meanwhile, Leomon was busy rubbing until he sniffed the foot as well. It smelled a little bit like cheese or some type of swamp slime near the sole, and the odor was greater at the heel. The feline moved his nose from heel to toe and his eyes grew wide once the noxious stench was filling his nostrils. The section in-between his toes reeked of strong Limburger cheese or malt vinegar, or maybe a mix of strange condiments that wound up producing a terrible smell not even a skunk would appreciate. Leomon grunted for a moment and looked at the smelly toes before he erratically leaned forward and slurped the foot like a lollipop. He caught some dirt and sole sweat and footpaw stink on his taste buds but to his surprise, they didn’t taste too bad. Kinda like a strong or expired batch of cheese. Leomon actually adored the taste and began to lick the sole with his mouth wide open, murring as his slobber mixed with the slime and dirt on the stinky foot. And all Lelou was doing was sighing with a satisfied grin on his face.
“Oh yeah…this feels much better…” he murred.
Meanwhile WereGarurumon was taking a liking to the footpaw he was massaging as well, going as far as licking the slimy foot with glee. First, he buried his nose into the rancid heel, sniffing deeply before opening his mouth and exhaling his breath onto the flesh and eventually gliding his tongue across the heel. The sour taste of foot odor was filling his mouth and the stink of cheese was flowing in his nostrils. He stopped briefly before moving north and hitting the sole itself. It was still gross and rife with mysterious muck that had a clear and greenish tint to it; sweat and some type of slime mixed together. The digital werewolf licked the sole briefly before hacking with his tongue hanging out and spitting and coughing. The folf also stepped onto some dirt (he was hoping it was just dirt and not something else) and the taste of it made WereGarurumon spit it back out. Lelou saw the werewolf faltering and he smiled leeringly before shoving his paw in the werewolf’s face, forcing him to smell his funky toes.
“Don’t tell me the smell is getting to you now Lycan.”
WereGarurumon grunted. “Nah, nah I feel fine. I am curious as to what you stepped in though.”
“I have no idea. I can’t even remember the last time I washed these bad boys.”
WereGarurumon was still cautious but resumed licking the sole, while Leomon had the foot he was massaging practically covered in drool. While they were busy doing that, Lelou inhaled sharply and both Digimon raised an eyebrow once they heard muffled trumpeting coming from the folf. They didn’t know what it was at first but it didn’t take long for them to realize the smell of sweat and malt vinegar was being drowned with another notorious odor: rotten eggs. The trumpeting lasted for five or six seconds and after it ceased, Lelou sighed loudly and started waving a paw in front of himself.
“Sorry guys, I ate too many spicy tuna rolls.”
“I see that.” said Leomon, his nose plugged.
“Don’t you mean ‘smell’ that? Besides, you smelled just as bad when you ate that bag of sauerkraut.”
“What about the time when you had that stomach virus?”
“Let’s not argue about the smell, since we equally produce foul gas from our behinds when the situation calls for it.” said Lelou.
“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s get back to footpaw pampering!” said WereGarurumon.
The werewolf resumed his pampering duties and started licking the footpaw in front of him profusely. He started at the heel again, quietly nibbling on the flesh before he opened his mouth wide and noisily slurped from left to right on the sole, collecting whatever repulsive slime and dirt and grass and other unknown substances he could find. The smell was still overpowering, similar to moldy cheese baking inside of a dead clam or rotten clam chowder. And as the werewolf glazed the foot with his saliva, he got closer and closer to the key factor of the stinky foot: the toes. Lelou started murring even louder and shoved his foot in WereGarurumon’s face yet again, making sure he had full wind of the noxious odor. Just then, the werewolf’s eyes grew wide and he stumbled upon the toes again. He made sure he pressed his nose in-between each set of toes and licked the area very slowly with his rough tongue, absorbing the musky flavor. It was a cross between drinking vinegar and using an unwashed jockstrap as a gag. WereGarurumon actually stopped licking the toes briefly so he could gag; he wasn’t completely used to the taste of Lelou’s toes yet, and licking in-between them only burned his nose-hairs. But at least Lelou was having a great time. He was murring so much it looked like someone was giving him a pawjob or playing with his genitalia; the Digimon were a bit surprised Lelou didn’t even have a boner.
However Leomon hadn’t begun to work on his footpaw he was currently massaging and sniffing. Unlike WereGarurumon, Leomon decided to start at the source of the malodorous fungi, noming on the folf’s toes noisily and slobbering all over the footpaw like a maniac. He was murring as well, enjoying the toe jam perched inside the long foot claws. Lelou giggled again and started kicking a little to shove his foot deeper inside the feline’s mouth, but he didn’t mind. The lion stopped noming so he could open his mouth and breathe properly, before he lowered his head and began to attend to the soles again, calmly kissing them and licking them with his giant tongue. Lelou got so comfortable that he ended up letting more repugnant gas soar out of his anus, with no attempts to cover up the smell. At this point neither Leomon nor WereGarurumon could smell it because they had their snouts buried in the folf’s feet.
“You relaxed yet Lelou?”
The folf murred again. “Almost…”
Leomon and WereGarurumon simultaneously started scratching the folf’s feet with their large, pointy claws and scraped off more of the filth lying on the creature’s feet. Then both of them started squeezing the footpaws like they were bags of lard or some other squishy substance, making Lelou sigh happily and kick his masseurs rather hard in the jaw. But it was okay, as both creatures loved the job they were doing, even if it left a long, stale taste of crusty old corn chips and cheese in the maws.
“Thanks for the massage again guys.”
“No problem. You got yourself a divine pair of footpaws Lelou.” said Leomon.
The folf looked down at his feet and wiggled his toes, flustered by the comment.
“Hehe…thank you.”
“Maybe sometime in the future you could return the favor to us. We always tend to get sweaty, moist footpaws after our morning jog and it would be nice if someone was there to pamper us afterwards.”
Lelou smiled. “I’d like that.”
The folf exited the theaters and started to walk back home, unable to diminish the pawtastic experience he just had with the feline and werewolf.
Done as a request for and special guest appearance by
Lelouch_UtsukukitsuThumbnail by
WolfragyOn a hot and sweaty day in Furtopia, most furries like to spend time resting inside with the A/C on full blast or watching a movie in the middle of a chilly theater. But in some cases furries still worked out to keep their physical state intact, hence the burly muscle furs who seemed to work out 24/7 or wasted time using an overdose of steroids. Then again, some furries tended to do both simultaneously. For instance, Lelouch Utsukukitsu. Lelou was a folf—half wolf, half fox—with blue, black and silver fur all over his body and nine tails. On his shoulders and back were blue fur, on his top muzzle was black fur, the bottom and neck were coated with white fur, and so on and so forth. His left eye was green like an emerald and his right was blue like sapphire. His long, pointy white and black ears had a hoop and stud in each ear. If anyone looked inside his mouth they’d notice his tongue was pierced with the symbol for canine in Japanese. If anyone lifted up his shirt, they’d notice he also had his nipples pierced, and possibly get a glimpse of the rainbow paw tattoo on his hips. Right now he was wearing a belly fish net tank-top and long green pants with chains hanging from the side, along with a brown belt and a black collar with a pad lock around his throat.
Today Lelou decided to venture off into the movie theater so he could play a good old fashioned game of Dance Dance Revolution. Yes, it was a videogame, but when you’re busy hopping up and down to a chaotic song so quickly that you’re trying not to trip over your own two feet, you’re gonna get some form of exercise, and you’re gonna start sweating. At times the folf would play the game for ten minutes, while in other cases, like today, he’d play for an hour or two. He wasn’t afraid of getting sweaty or smelly while working out; he accepted the smell of his natural body odors. Plus the air conditioner was blazing in the theater right now so he probably wouldn’t get sweaty anyway. The blue and gray folf walked over to the glass doors of the theater and inhaled deeply as the infamous smell of burning popcorn and hotdogs filled his nostrils. He heard the sounds of arcades games and muffled shooting going on and erratic beeps and clicks. The lobby was very serene besides the sounds of the arcade games. All the furries must’ve been inside the theater watching a movie or using the bathroom or in the back of the theater. There was a secret resting area for furries to venture inside if anyone wanted massages or to simply take a nap…or do other “private” things the public wouldn’t like to see in the middle of nowhere. But Lelou didn’t need to relax, not now anyway. Lelou walked over to the token machine and inserted a couple of dollars inside before hearing the loud clinking sound of the yellow coins hitting the coin dispenser. After collecting the tokens, the blue folf walked over to the standard DDR machine. He cracked his neck twice before hopping onto the machine and inserting a few coins inside. Lelou picked one of the most complicated songs the machine could offer and before he knew it, he was hopping up and down like a maniac.
The folf pushed himself over the limit yet again, and now he was panting with his tongue almost touching his chin and sweat that dripped so far down his forehead that his pants were a little damp. He planned to play the game for only an hour or two, but somehow, that time limit extended to five hours. It was evening now, and the sun was beginning to set. Lelou knew he pushed himself way too hard, but after playing the game for a few hours, he began to attract a suitable audience who began to cheer the folf on and was amazed at his fast, almost instant reflexes, especially with the Nonstop Megamix version of “Superstar”. But what really blew away the audience was that Lelou was actually bold enough to try out the song “Paranoia Evil” on the challenge level, and pass the song with a “B” average. After doing all of that, Lelou had to take a break for a few minutes to catch his breath and he went back to playing the game. He continued to do more hellacious songs on ridiculous difficulty levels, but soon enough, he grew tired, and his audience began to diminish. Lelou got pretty sweaty after taking on “Paranoia Evil” and his body was becoming very aromatic. Eventually, many furries watching him quietly walked out of the theater because the smell of Lelou’s nasty B.O. and slimy cheesy footpaws were getting to everyone. Even Lelou had to admit he smelled pretty rank right now, without even bothering to spray any AXE or some form of deodorant on his body. The whole dance pad was rife with his perspiration and the folf almost slipped just from standing still. He exhaled and slouched his way off the dance machine, making his way over to the snack machines so he could purchase a couple of spicy tuna rolls, all of which he wolfed down in an instant. Lelou thought about going home, propping his stinky feet on the table and watching a few hours of television with the air blasting in his face, but why do that when there was a resting center not even four yards away from him? The blue folf wiped some of the sweat of his face and walked over to the resting area, where he found a couple of other furs lying on their abdomen or back, receiving a euphoric pampering. He didn’t really know where to sit until he saw WereGarurumon and Leomon standing over at a private section of area, wearing the type of uniforms the other massagers were wearing.
“Didn’t know you guys were working here.” he said.
“It’s only on a temporary basis; we usually work in Maytek City.” said the werewolf Digimon.
“I see you’ve been working out.”
“Hehe, don’t you mean ‘smell’ Leo?” joked WereGarurumon.
“When you play Dance Dance Revolution for five hours straight without putting on any kind of deodorant you’re gonna smell very foul when you finish.”
“No kidding. You should’ve smelled WereGarurumon’s feet after we got done playing the game for a few hours!”
“I thought those were yours Leo?”
“Shut up. All three of us have gigantic feet that sweat easily and have a noticeable odor to it. Anyway, Lelou sit in one of the chairs and we’ll start massaging you.”
Lelou groaned and held one of his slimy footpaws, rubbing it with his paws.
“You guys think you could start with my feet first? After that DDR game they’ve been sore and sweaty.”
“Oh, definitely! Just sit in that chair over there and we’ll start pampering!”
The blue folf walked over to a black chair sitting next to the wall and sighed heavily as he sat down on the soft, leather chair. He propped his feet on a short footstool in front of him and put his hands on the back of his head. Leomon and WereGarurumon got on their knees and started pampering the folf’s large feet. Like Leomon stated earlier, Lelou had his own pair of giant smelly footpaws; he could fit size 14 shoes if he didn’t walk everywhere barefoot, and his toes were a bit wide. Lelou was a slob of course; he didn’t wash his feet so they always stank or had some dirt of some kind of grime on the soles. WereGarurumon took care of the right footpaw while Leomon took care of the left one. Both of them started out easy at first, simply moving their paws up and down the folf’s feet. Lelou sighed loudly and closed his eyes with a grin across his face. From what Leomon could tell, his heel, toes and the balls of his foot were a little rough and coarse. The soles of the footpaws were a different story, as they were slimy and thick with some type of mud or muck. WereGarurumon curiously leaned forward and sniffed the foot he was massaging, groaning a little and recoiling. The werewolf stuck his nose in the section between the second and third toes, the part of Lelou’s feet that happened to stink the most. Nevertheless, he leaned forward and started to sniff his foot again. Leomon on the other hand, was only moving his paws up and down the foot. He stiffened a little when he got a little bit of toe jam on his left paw and looked at it.
“That’s lovely. You ever wash your feet Lelou?” asked Leo, shaking some of the jam off.
“Nope. That’s the way I like it!”
WereGarurumon was busy sniffing the foot very calmly and murring softly, rubbing the foot with one paw. He heard a couple of squishes as he was going in-between the toes and felt the folf’s long toe claws, which might’ve been sharp enough to cut through wood. Lelou wiggled his toes as WereGarurumon stuck his finger in-between them and giggled. Meanwhile, Leomon was busy rubbing until he sniffed the foot as well. It smelled a little bit like cheese or some type of swamp slime near the sole, and the odor was greater at the heel. The feline moved his nose from heel to toe and his eyes grew wide once the noxious stench was filling his nostrils. The section in-between his toes reeked of strong Limburger cheese or malt vinegar, or maybe a mix of strange condiments that wound up producing a terrible smell not even a skunk would appreciate. Leomon grunted for a moment and looked at the smelly toes before he erratically leaned forward and slurped the foot like a lollipop. He caught some dirt and sole sweat and footpaw stink on his taste buds but to his surprise, they didn’t taste too bad. Kinda like a strong or expired batch of cheese. Leomon actually adored the taste and began to lick the sole with his mouth wide open, murring as his slobber mixed with the slime and dirt on the stinky foot. And all Lelou was doing was sighing with a satisfied grin on his face.
“Oh yeah…this feels much better…” he murred.
Meanwhile WereGarurumon was taking a liking to the footpaw he was massaging as well, going as far as licking the slimy foot with glee. First, he buried his nose into the rancid heel, sniffing deeply before opening his mouth and exhaling his breath onto the flesh and eventually gliding his tongue across the heel. The sour taste of foot odor was filling his mouth and the stink of cheese was flowing in his nostrils. He stopped briefly before moving north and hitting the sole itself. It was still gross and rife with mysterious muck that had a clear and greenish tint to it; sweat and some type of slime mixed together. The digital werewolf licked the sole briefly before hacking with his tongue hanging out and spitting and coughing. The folf also stepped onto some dirt (he was hoping it was just dirt and not something else) and the taste of it made WereGarurumon spit it back out. Lelou saw the werewolf faltering and he smiled leeringly before shoving his paw in the werewolf’s face, forcing him to smell his funky toes.
“Don’t tell me the smell is getting to you now Lycan.”
WereGarurumon grunted. “Nah, nah I feel fine. I am curious as to what you stepped in though.”
“I have no idea. I can’t even remember the last time I washed these bad boys.”
WereGarurumon was still cautious but resumed licking the sole, while Leomon had the foot he was massaging practically covered in drool. While they were busy doing that, Lelou inhaled sharply and both Digimon raised an eyebrow once they heard muffled trumpeting coming from the folf. They didn’t know what it was at first but it didn’t take long for them to realize the smell of sweat and malt vinegar was being drowned with another notorious odor: rotten eggs. The trumpeting lasted for five or six seconds and after it ceased, Lelou sighed loudly and started waving a paw in front of himself.
“Sorry guys, I ate too many spicy tuna rolls.”
“I see that.” said Leomon, his nose plugged.
“Don’t you mean ‘smell’ that? Besides, you smelled just as bad when you ate that bag of sauerkraut.”
“What about the time when you had that stomach virus?”
“Let’s not argue about the smell, since we equally produce foul gas from our behinds when the situation calls for it.” said Lelou.
“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s get back to footpaw pampering!” said WereGarurumon.
The werewolf resumed his pampering duties and started licking the footpaw in front of him profusely. He started at the heel again, quietly nibbling on the flesh before he opened his mouth wide and noisily slurped from left to right on the sole, collecting whatever repulsive slime and dirt and grass and other unknown substances he could find. The smell was still overpowering, similar to moldy cheese baking inside of a dead clam or rotten clam chowder. And as the werewolf glazed the foot with his saliva, he got closer and closer to the key factor of the stinky foot: the toes. Lelou started murring even louder and shoved his foot in WereGarurumon’s face yet again, making sure he had full wind of the noxious odor. Just then, the werewolf’s eyes grew wide and he stumbled upon the toes again. He made sure he pressed his nose in-between each set of toes and licked the area very slowly with his rough tongue, absorbing the musky flavor. It was a cross between drinking vinegar and using an unwashed jockstrap as a gag. WereGarurumon actually stopped licking the toes briefly so he could gag; he wasn’t completely used to the taste of Lelou’s toes yet, and licking in-between them only burned his nose-hairs. But at least Lelou was having a great time. He was murring so much it looked like someone was giving him a pawjob or playing with his genitalia; the Digimon were a bit surprised Lelou didn’t even have a boner.
However Leomon hadn’t begun to work on his footpaw he was currently massaging and sniffing. Unlike WereGarurumon, Leomon decided to start at the source of the malodorous fungi, noming on the folf’s toes noisily and slobbering all over the footpaw like a maniac. He was murring as well, enjoying the toe jam perched inside the long foot claws. Lelou giggled again and started kicking a little to shove his foot deeper inside the feline’s mouth, but he didn’t mind. The lion stopped noming so he could open his mouth and breathe properly, before he lowered his head and began to attend to the soles again, calmly kissing them and licking them with his giant tongue. Lelou got so comfortable that he ended up letting more repugnant gas soar out of his anus, with no attempts to cover up the smell. At this point neither Leomon nor WereGarurumon could smell it because they had their snouts buried in the folf’s feet.
“You relaxed yet Lelou?”
The folf murred again. “Almost…”
Leomon and WereGarurumon simultaneously started scratching the folf’s feet with their large, pointy claws and scraped off more of the filth lying on the creature’s feet. Then both of them started squeezing the footpaws like they were bags of lard or some other squishy substance, making Lelou sigh happily and kick his masseurs rather hard in the jaw. But it was okay, as both creatures loved the job they were doing, even if it left a long, stale taste of crusty old corn chips and cheese in the maws.
“Thanks for the massage again guys.”
“No problem. You got yourself a divine pair of footpaws Lelou.” said Leomon.
The folf looked down at his feet and wiggled his toes, flustered by the comment.
“Hehe…thank you.”
“Maybe sometime in the future you could return the favor to us. We always tend to get sweaty, moist footpaws after our morning jog and it would be nice if someone was there to pamper us afterwards.”
Lelou smiled. “I’d like that.”
The folf exited the theaters and started to walk back home, unable to diminish the pawtastic experience he just had with the feline and werewolf.
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