Sarco grunted and huffed and PUUUUUULLED with all his weight, but like usual the sand kept him pinned down, completely. Every part of his body smothered by sand, save for his stompers and skull. “Why does it always gotta be me…”

Sarco had been invited to this lovely beach vacation, a whole summer of “lying around on the beach”, “relaxing by the waves”... What he wasn’t told was how he was gonna be shoved in a big ditch, packed away with sand and trapped the entire time! Sarco had already spent a good month holed up in this hole, and while he was fairly used to this sort of predicament, some parts about it never really got any better. Sarco had the energy of a full bodied croc ready to go on a zany adventure, but apparently it wasn’t enough for the universe to stop him from going on said adventure: he could barely even MOVE! His limbs, his body, his big tail, every fingertip were itching to move move move, and Sarco had nowhere to direct all that twitching but his big, exposed tootsies, with thick and smooth soles. His feet could never move enough to truly satiate the antsy woes of an entire body, but they sure tried. One foot started by clenching inwards as tight as possible, before the toes pulled back in a nice, taut splay. While one foot splayed, the other was quick to react by smashing its toes down, the sole scrunching up in a wonderful, handsome pattern of wrinkles curled down. In this way Sarco’s feet pattled on thin air, all while the poor crocodile stared at his feet, grumpy and having already been sick of being stuck like this past the first week.

As his soles danced, if for no other reason than to have anything at all to do, suddenly both sets of toes splayed with a “Mmph” from the croc! “Not another iiiitch!” he whined, the tingly feeling in his arch quickly evolving into an incredibly uncomfy itching that made the big, strong capable crocodile squirm. With no hands, no arms, and no body, Sarco was nothing but a helpless, defeated toon unable to do anything for himself, and of course that had to include being able to scratch the undersides of his own feet! His other foot clawed its toes over and over, swiping with the wild abandon only a scritch starved croc could, but his ankle simply couldn’t rotate far enough to reach the one thing driving him insane right now! “ANYBODY! HEEEEEEEEEELP!!”, yelling to the completely empty… abandoned beach. Sarco, with colorful rings of fear in his eyes, prayed anybody would come before the madness of the itch consumed him!

Cue little froggie Crea walking into the frame like a normal sunday. “Heya Sarco, how’s yoooour vacation goi-”
“ITCH! LEFT! ARCH! SCRATCH! NOW!!!!” The little frog was happy to help, and shuffled up to the sole twice as big as his entire body, digging his fingers into the pillowy bridge. “Aaaaaaaaah…”, Sarco’s entire face and feet drooping into the mellow grin of relief. “There y’go buddy, all better now?~”
“Yeah, better… Well, at least my itchin.”, Sarco’s full grump demeanor coming back on as awareness of being a sandy inmate came back to him. “Grrr, c’mon Crea! I feel so cramped being buried in this hole 24/7! I just want ONE day to get up and stretch me biceps, just ONE. single. DAY!”
Crea hopped over to Sarco’s snout, poking it with a teasy “No~”. Which left Sarco no other choice to lead with a desperate “... please?” and a silly sheepish smile.
“Ahuhuhu, your such a cute goooober~”, slimy, tiny hands rubbing around the thick sides of Sarco’s snout, “but still nope~! I said I’m not letting you go aaaaaall summer long, and I’m sticking to that! No escapies, not even for a single second!”
“Guuuuur, but I’m a big strong croc! I shouldn’t be trapped like a helpless little hatching! No way to scratch me own itches… No way to get sand out from me toes… No way to-eeeeEEAYRK!” Sarco’s toes instinctively curled as slimy skin rubbed along his soles. Somebody evidently had enough of the tragic reptile’s poor soliloquy and decided to go have some fun on their favorite body part! “Ugh, I swear I’m never gonna get used to that texture…”

Sarco glared at the foot obsessed frog with all the tired grouchiness he could muster, idly flexing the toes on the other foot out of habit. Crea had spent an unhealthy amount of this summer cuddling close to Sarco’s tootsies, and even though the frog was smaller than even the feet he was snuggling himself, there was no way for Sarco to pry him off of there: no hands, no arms, no body, just a helpless, defeated toon. The best he could do is flap his feet as fast as possible to maybe knock the foot fetishist off for a second, but he was always back on sole in no time flat. There wasn’t even any point in trying to get him away anymore. “Fer pete’s sake, you’ve been huggin me toes fer a literal month now… Do ye seriously never get sick of this?”, Sarco tapping the back of Crea’s head with a giant toe. “Mmmmm… I’d hug these feet for the rest of my life if I could~...”, the frog pressing as much of his body into the plush flesh of Sarco’s feet as he could.

Sarco could do nothing but sigh. Crea didn’t even make it up to his ankles, but he was completely helpless to do anything to stop his crazy foot friend, and all because said friend had two arms and a torso up on him. The croc looked at the camera with a weary frown, with nothing to do but kick back and enjoy his vacation…

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This picture was done by the amazing https://x.com/randytheartdog! Sarco's going to be spending all summer long buried in sand, nothing but his head n feet free. I've been SERIOUSLY obsessed with this exact scenario, being buried in sand and trapped with your big feet poking free. If anybody wants to talk about that with me PLEASE DO SO!!