“Okay, okay..stay calm. I just have to figure out how to get out of this mess.” The brown and white furred canine hero feared as Copman, Protector of Bay View City, aka Mike Love, garbed in plated armor of black and gray with blue cargo pants, glared at the stars above and ocean below. He scowled as his customary eagle insignia blue helmet floated off into the distant sea, his fluffy tail and ears drooping as he hung over the edge of the ship. Dangling on a rusty hook, hanging uselessly in the air as tight rope bit into his skin was not his idea of a good time. He squirmed some more, his shoulders pads rubbing against youthful rope, his converse boots clanging against the iron bars. Sighing in defeat, he relented fighting against his restraints, scrunching his face as he pondered another way to prevent himself “sleeping with the fishes” as the thug called it.

It was all supposed to go smoothly. Mike pinpointed the location of a supposed drug smuggling operation at one of the many piers in Bay View Port. He cut all social activities today, apologizing to his eccentric crocodile friend for having to cancel their get-together because “something came up.” In the dark of the night, he used his grappling hook to swing from building to building before he spotted what he was looking for, the Giggle Gal. Sure enough after flipping on his heat visor he spotted the smugglers, loading up goods onto the ship. The moonlight was kissing the surface of the ocean and left an ethereal glow along the ground. A brutish rhino was still inspecting a crate full of narcotics right below him before the thug crumpled like a rag doll from the ax kick. That brought some gasps from the gangsters...and a lot of guns. Next some scrawny wombat took an open palm to the face, smashing his nose and knocking him into another accomplice. It went on like this for a few minutes, him thrusting punches and kicks at his foes, and using the darkness to hide himself from whizzing bullets. Eventually there were a pile of goons tied up and groaning. Using his radio helmet, he contacted the police. He watched silently as the thugs were shoved into police cars one by on. It looked like another job well done for tonight or at least he thought it was, until he felt something smother his muzzle. “Chloroform!” But it was too late, his vision already started fading to black.

Zoning out of his flashback, he sighed again. If the thought of this goon finding out his secret identity wasn't bad enough, nor being seconds away from drowning, it was the pure torture of this goon's cringe worthy lack of grammar. Nothing like adding salt to a fresh wound. “Well well well,” slurred the white t-shirt wearing giraffe in a very generic eighties gangster voice, “looks like I gots yo secrets identity and I gets to watch ya sleeps with the fishes? Bwahaha~” The giraffe stepped over to the side reaching for the lever for the hook, his fingers lightly gripping it. Copmam grunted, formulating a dozen plans about how to untie himself underwater, his fingers reaching for his grappling hook. “So ya next fall little dogg-” KAPOW! CRASH!!! He heard an ear splitting crash. Shortly afterward, he heard the giraffe, swallowed in darkness groan incoherently mumbling,“Who am I? Where am I? Do I have a daughter?” The hero sighed. It didn't look like this guy would be remembering his secret identity after all...how fortunate...but then that begged the question, who just saved him? He quickly looked back to the right, only to see... something...a light green tail.. slither out of sight. With the only noise being the waves of the ocean he decided to break the silence.“Hello? I thank you model citizen for helping me.” Silence. “Err...now if you can just raise that lever over to your left so you can pull this hook over the ship deck, it would be much appreciated.” More silence. “Oh gosh, this isn't some weirdo is it?” Mike shivered just from the thought. Already in a venerable position tied up tightly in rope and unable to move his arms to reach for his utility belt, this situation didn't look too good for whatever this person was plotting.

The figure directly behind him grinned, displaying his pearly whites, watching as the hero's legs dangled over the water, his dark gray converses glossing in bits of moonlight, like they were just calling to him. He stepped closer to the rails, his tail swishing back and forth, before he gripped the rails. He looked at the fluff chocolate and vanilla dipped tail between Copman's legs, then at the boots, then the tail again. He looked at the stars and silently mouthed a “Thank you” to the heavens for this golden opportunity. Copman shivered as he felt his legs being pulled from over the water as..something slithered around his ankles. It tugged on his ankles until it yanked his feet thru the bars of the railing. His face started to sweat as he felt his right combat boot slowly being pulled off of his foot. The socked heel of the foot sat the there in front of the figure, only making his eyes explode in mirth. The mysterious figure continued pulling it, his gray sock started more and more, some dampness creating a dark gray around his toes and heel areas. Every passing second was like an eternity, as he watched the hero's wrinkly sock come into view. He was starting to get a sinking feeling of what was about to happen as the whole of his black converse was yanked off and then the other converse too. His socked toes scrunched a bit in worry as the figure pressed something against his insole, nuzzling into the moist, warm sock. He heard the figure behind him giggle and heard a sniffle. “Oh gosh, is he sniffing my feet?” The canine winced as he felt the invasive stranger rub his nose into his sole, feeling the soles of his sock start to be carried along with the person's nose tracing. The sock pulled against his toes as the figure's nose continued pushing the cotton fabric upward toward his heel. He felt goosebumps as the nose ghosted over his foot, the toes scrunching a bit in a fit of protest, creating loose wrinkles on the sock. He heard his new captor moan, from what he didn't want to know. Then to his utmost horror, he felt a lone finger trace along the base of his toes, it was only once, but...this figure trailed it across his sole so slowly it forced out a yelp out of the hapless hero. The figure squealed, clouds straying away from the full moon, moonlight shining more on those prized feet and the figure's own green scales. His foot felt the stranger's fingers start to pull on his socks, starting to make him sweat. He felt as his other sock was taken off..slowly, bit by bit, the cool sea breeze washing over his warm ankles first, then his instep and then finally his scrunching toes, struggling to keep themselves covered as the last of the sock slipped off. The green scaled reptile was licking his lips as he started ogling the tender skin underneath the socks, warm creamy sole, dancing under a midst of chocolate skin, and such lovely toenails! On further inspection, the toenails weren't the typical toeclaws at all, but the rarer two legged mammal toenails. The toenails were much like the soles, creamy colored with hypnotic round tips, his hero even having the good fortune to keep the white bits of those toenails intact. A bit of drool gathered and swished around in his mouth as his tongue hung out of his mouth. The green reptile, now having both socks off, examined the crumbly socks in hand, his thumb tracing over them to admire the warm texture some more before promptly placing them hanging on the ship's railing.

He looked back just in time to notice a scaly green hand place his socks on the railing, becoming more panicked by the second as his legs started to pull incessantly. The green reptile cooed as Copman's ankles banged against the bars recklessly, trying to pull his feet away from him, watching as his foot tops rubbed against the cold bars. The reptile wiggled his fingers closer and closer to the hero's naked feet, a perpetual smile showcasing a horrifying amount of sharp teeth before his fingers dove into the skin. The marshmallow skin folded over into wrinkles as the reptiles white nails sunk further into the soles, slowly twisting and kneading their tips in half circles. The sensations immediately shot up the canine's spine as his body started squirming, the ropes digging into his armor, his fur and skin chaffing as the rope bit back at his retaliation. He bit lips shut, trying not to give his mysterious assailant the satisfaction of hearing him giggle some more, knowing that if he does...it will only make the reptile want to continue. His lips sucked into his mouth as his teeth clenched against them, eyes closed shut tight as his head thrashed left and right. The reptile giggled merrily as his hero tried fighting back, now sliding the tops of his fingers across Copman's soles over and over. As the smooth finger bones and muscles traced over the bare skin, the surface of the reptile's fingernails glazed over the caramel soles, the tips barely touching them. The hero's feet scrunched in protest, the knuckles of his toes rubbing against the railing and twitching as they felt the scaly fingers trace over them constantly. Copman's body bucked at the contact, his eyes prying open with each new stroke across his soles, his chest trying to spew out chuckles through his mouth, but holding it in...barely. “C-crap, I can't take this much longer! Its like he is taking his sweet time to make me crack. Why do I always have to be stuck with some craz- ACK!” His left foot kicked at the reptile's hand as a lone fingernail started scratching right under his big toe. The reptile's giggling got more playful as he lightly slapped the squirmy foot. Copman's ears drooped and a slight scowl smeared across his facial features at the contact, before feeling a fingernail dig into his left sole again, this time tracing all across his arch. Snickers started to escape from his lips, and his bound body started swinging around on the hook. He looked back at the reptile still veiled by darkness, but at least able to make out that he had a mix of yellowish and green scales. He was starting to consider maybe trying to fling himself into the water at this point, at least then he could try to untie himself and es- unfortunately, his thought patterns were cut off as he felt more fingernails plunge into his right sole, skittering down his round heel until they got to his arch, and to add more insult to injury, started spider tickling it too. pupils shrunk to the size of pinpricks and manic laughter poured out of his mouth as his body bucked around in hysteria. He felt his heart racing as those fingernails continued scratching and skittering across his arches, and felt the inside of his armor getting soaked in sweat as it continued on. As Copman bucked around wildly, he tried looking back at the reptilian tickler, begging him to stop as his shrieks echoed across the calm ocean waves but unfortunately his tormenter didn't really seem to listen. He only heard more giggles and coos, as those fingers scrapped across his soles again and again! It was maddening, this guy really seemed to be into his feet, which was somewhat flattering he supposed but not like this! The hero tried diving into his mind once more for solace. “OH GOSH! I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE! WHY WHY WHYHIHIIII!. His concentration was broken again by another thought. “....Hey...wait a second...WHAT AM I DOING!” And with a slight pull of his legs, the victim's foot tops slide across the cold steel railing, his heels slightly bumping against the upper railing before yanking his bare feet away from the reptile, scrunching his knees and legs up as much as he could against himself, dangling over the ocean.

Absolute silence ensued, besides the soft crashes of the ocean waves, the breeze and the dangling hero's heavy breathing. He looked back at the reptile, and..heard a rather despondent “Oh....” as the reptile walked away sluggishly. He swore as soon as he rope in the reptile's hands, and started trying to swing himself off of the hook, ropes be damned! “Nonononononono! Come on, haven't you had enough of tickling my feet! Leave me alone!” he pleaded, breathing heavily as the reptile extended the tail out toward his legs. They tried flailing to avoid the tail but the effort was futile as after some struggling both of his ankles were trapped. The ropes were fastened to the bottom railing, a ribbon knot keeping them together as his ankles were wrapped quite tightly against the rail. Now his soles were fully exposed to this guy and there was nothing he could to about it. He truly was now a damsel in distress. He shivered in revulsion as he could feel the reptile breathing on his toes, probably giving them a whiff. The reptile didn't skip a beat, presuming right where he left off last, his sharp fingernails plucking at the lotioned skin, driving Copman to start guffawing wildly and thrashing about. He gave a pathetic tug at the ankle ropes, his feet only making the slightest of movement as they slide a bit against the steel rail but snapping back in place. The reptile traced his fingernails across the sides of the right foot and started scratching right between the toes on the left. The poor hero's laughter spiked as the chains on the hook rattled. He lost track on how long he was tickled, as his mind melted into an incoherent mess the longer the reptile played with his feet. The reptile only continued to marvel at the sight of those buttery soles, now blushing rosy red along that creamy vanilla skin.

After what seemed like an eternity, the reptile relented, pulling back his hands from those beautiful feet, but not before tracing his palm across captive's toes, admiring as the toenails glazed along his palm. Copman's body was twitchy and was riddled with phantom tickles, the hero himself panting, sweaty and giggling. He felt as the reptile gave two deep smooches to his feet. The dangling hero felt another smooch on his heel before he felt something oddly pleasant. Fingers were giving gentle pulls on his toes, stretching out the soreness from being stuffed in those converses so long until he felt a satisfying pop. He moaned, feeling more toes being relieved of tension as more fingers helped join in to rub between them. Despite his hazy mind, he felt as cool fingers grabbed his toes one by one, twirling them in small circles, bringing some movement back into them. Mike couldn't remember the last time his feet were free of this much tension, usually they'd cramp up a bit after kicking so many goons and he'd have to rub them himself. But this reptile was certainly giving him a run for his money, as Mike's legs slacked in the reptile's hands as if they submitted to his touch. Copman's tail flicked as fists started kneading into his arches, the bones digging into his plush flesh. His eyes drooped as a thumb began stroking into his instep, and the reptile swooned as he admired how smooth it was, the only part of the hero's foot not blushing, still a creamy beige before giving it a kiss too. Fingers grasped and slid up and down the sides of his left foot, the reptile's drool dripping onto the wrinkles when the beige skin shifted along with his finger's movement. Warm breath exhaled on the right foot, before the backside of the reptile's fingers trailed against the outer rim of his heel. The exhausted hero's body gave a small jolt as the right foot graciously accepted a deep kiss right under its pinky toe, the little one curling up and brushing against the reptile's snout as thanks. The reptile finally decided it was time to leave his hero be, closing their time as an open palm rubbed against his captive's foot top, trailing it to the tips of his toenails before sliding it over to his ankle, giving the jutting bone a small squeeze. His body exhausted from the tickling and now all of this pampering, he lulled to sleep. The reptile, peeking past the tootsies to see the hero asleep, walked toward the crane controller. He pulled on it, making the crane hoist the hero over the ship's deck before collecting the limp canine in his arms. As the ropes untied he gently placed the haggard body on the deck, watching as he slumped over against the railing and snoozed. The large reptile patted his head, before retrieving a ruffled brown paper bag and placing it next to the unconscious form.

A few minutes later Copman finally came to, slowly touching his feet, still tingly and comfortable from the odd time he had. He cradled his foot in hand and inspected it, presumably looking for any scratch marks...and blushed. Purple lipstick greeted him, right below his toes. He promptly examined the other foot and found another on his heel along with splatters of saliva. He reached out toward his socks...only to find out they weren't there. He looked at his boots, finding a note taped on the side. Piqued, he yanked it off and began reading.

“Dear Mister Copman,
I am so sorry! I got carried away with all of that. I mean, I was going to help you off that hook right away but seeing you there so helpless started filling me with ideas and I couldn't control myself! I didn't mean to be be a meanie! Please forgive me! I just wanted to thank you for your selflessness in keeping the peace in Bay View City from these nasty criminals. You put your life on the line without a word of thanks for so long I needed to give you something as thanks. Anyway, I just wanted to drop these treats for you to snack on since you love sweets. Know that I really appreciate everything you do and please keep up the good work!

PS: You are so adorable when you are laughing yourself silly! And your feet are always so darling, I can't help but admire them. Hope to see you again soon, my little damsel in distress~

PSS: Sorry, but I just HAD to take a souvenir to remember our special occasion. Don't blush too much from that dearie~
From,
A Big Fan

Copman's inconceivably red face looked at the letter again..and again...before he looked back at the bag next to him and fiddled around inside. The aroma of fresh brownies wafted into his nostrils and as he plucked one into his mouth, he melted as the feeling of gooey chocolate melted on his tongue. He folded the letter and stuffed it into his pocket, deciding to finish the treats on the way back. He slipped his bare feet into his converse high top sneakers, the still tender red soles marked with lipstick digging into the insole. “Well, all things considered...this could have ended much worse. It was even kinda nice after awhile I guess,” he thought to himself as he plucked another brownie into his maw. “But..I rather not run into that stranger again if I can help it.” His toes scrunched in agreement. With that he started heading home, justice in Bay View City served once more tonight.

Back at home, a green and yellow crocodile was promptly sniffing at his new treasures, moaning in contentment as he inhaled their scent one last time. The crocodile placed the two prized freshly warm and scented socks in a tight sealed plastic bag to savor the smell for later next to frames of a brown and white furred canine and a small gray imp goat. As he lulled off to sleep in his bed, he giggled as his last thoughts were if his friend Mike was enjoying those brownies right about now.

End

This was a gift (and story) done for  Copman quite awhile back but I finally mustered myself to post stuff again instead of being lazy.

Picture is by  Sorcererlance
Copman belongs to  Copman
Story was made by me.