Gift for  Hayate about his character Greer forcing a certain foot-loving spaniel into sniffing and licking his smelly feet in a locker room.


Mike (owned by  RipRoarRex) also guest stars, and Rexar (also owned by RRR) makes a cameo appearance.

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There was no one around. There was nothing that could get in his way. And yet the spaniel still felt apprehensive. Everytime he found himself in these situations, something would go horribly awry. Maybe Rexar would show up and zap him with his shrink ray. Maybe the owner of the shoes turned out to be a blabbermouth and would brag about that weird dog who likes sniffing other furries’ shoes. Or perhaps Mike would bury his nose into the sneaker and would be greeted with the casual smell of tennis shoes, instead of smelly feet. Nevertheless, the shoes were taunting him, calling out the canine’s name and daring him to take a long whiff. Mike panted and rubbed his arm before he looked left and right. The coast was still clear; most of the furs in the locker room were in the shower now. With any luck, the owner of the shoes was in there too, and wouldn’t come out for another ten minutes. He would have plenty of time to sneak in a good whiff or two. Mike closed his eyes and exhaled before he finally got the courage to approach the black sneakers. He sat down on the bench the sneakers were sitting in front of and looked left and right again, triple-checking to make sure the coast was clear. He grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and pulled it away from his neck, suddenly becoming hot. Mike shook his head and panted.

“Just…j-just one little sniff, Mikey…and then leave,” he told himself.

Mike exhaled before he slowly picked up the left sneaker, examining it carefully and checking yet again to make sure no one was watching. Then he leaned down and took a few small whiffs, just to see what the inside of the shoe smelled like. The canine was greeted to a wondrous sweaty odor, the natural smell most feet gave off after a workout. He couldn’t tell if the shoe smelled like malt vinegar or old cheese; either way, Mike adored the stinky scent. The dog smiled slightly before he took a long whiff of the shoe this time, making sure he took in the foul smell. The dog exhaled and cherished the odor before he stuffed his nose inside and took another whiff, this time snorting as he inhaled the cheesy stench. Mike took his nose out and sighed with his eyes closed, giggling to himself. The spaniel was about to take another whiff when he noticed that there was another stinky shoe lying right there on the floor. Mike placed the left sneaker down and picked up the right one so he could shove his muzzle inside. The dog started to inhale the vinegary stench like it was a line of cocaine. It was rare for Mike to sniff a lovely pair of feet or smelly shoes or socks without being humiliated. But there he was, sitting down on a bench sniffing a random furry or scaley’s foul sneaker.

“What are you doing?”

Mike glanced to his left as he sniffed deeply before he screamed and tossed the sneaker to the floor. He jumped backwards and nearly fell off the bench, panting. The spaniel was staring at a rock python wearing a black t-shirt and red nylon shorts. His feet were bare, and Mike knew by instinct that the shoes he was sniffing were the snake’s. The rock python blinked before his fork tongue came slithering out of his mouth. The canine started to panic, stammering as he spoke.

“Uh, um, this-that-I-I-I wasn’t uh…um…s-s-see I was examining your shoe, and-and then I thought I saw something…so I, uh…looked inside and my nose kinda, um, found its way in there.”

He ended off his statement like he was asking a question. The dog stammered so much his teeth almost began to chatter. The rock python hissed again as he stared at the panting spaniel, wondering what he should do with him. Eventually, the reptile just smiled and sat down next to Mike.

“So, you say your nose just found its way into my sneakers?”

Mike nodded. “Y-Y…yeah…”

The rock python hissed again and picked up his left shoe. “That’s amazing. Your face hasn’t even changed colors yet. Lotta furs say I have really rank feet.”

Mike wagged his tail and looked away, trying not to blush. The snake lifted the shoe up to his nose before he sniffed the inside of it. Immediately afterwards, he veered his head back and groaned.

“P.U.! Now that’s a stink! Smells like melted moldy cheese!”

“Oh…d-does it?”

The rock python took another deep whiff and coughed before waving a hand in front of his nose.

“Sure does! Maybe you’d like a whiff, uh…”

“Mike,” said the spaniel as he rubbed his arm nervously.

“Well, Mike, my name’s Greer. You wanna sniff my shoes?”

Mike shook his head and scooted away. “Uh, no. It’s actually getting kinda late—I really should get going.”

“But it’s just one little sniff. I’m sure a dog like you could handle that. Besides, you already had your nose in my shoe a minute ago.”

“Well, yes, but I’m not exactly, um, maybe another—”

Mike let out a muffled shout when the snake shoved his sneaker against the dog’s muzzle. He grinned widely as he held Mike’s head and forced him to take a deep breath. Mike adored the rich scent of sweaty feet, but he usually preferred sniffing smelly shoes or feet privately. This was just some random stranger who had no idea Mike had a foot fetish. Greer chuckled and watched as the dog inhaled again.

“That’s it…just take in the sweaty odor. I know you want it.”

Mike sniffed again before he grabbed Greer’s arm and shoved it away. The spaniel gasped and began to cough, pretending he hated the stench.

“I, uh…I see your feet sweat a lot. Maybe-maybe you should hit the shower, get them washed off.”

Greer put his shoe down before he sighed and scratched his scales. “Yeah, maybe I should.”

Mike was just about to leave when the rock python let out an exaggerated groan and propped his legs up on the bench. The dog watched as Greer intentionally put his feet right in his lap and sigh again. Mike looked down at the long claws on his yellow feet before he started to pant. The snake was taunting him now; he knew he was.

“Man, you can’t even begin to imagine how long I’ve been running on those treadmills. My feet are so tired…if only there was someone around who could massage them…”

Mike continued to pant as he casually glanced at the snake over and over. He did genuinely look tired, but something told Mike the snake was up to something. Sure, he was amiable now, but he had a feeling this would end with him passed out with a pair of bright snake soles on his face. Nevertheless, the spaniel couldn’t resist. Mike knew the snake was baiting him, and Greer knew that Mike knew. Both of them were just waiting to see if the spaniel would take the bait, and they both knew the answer.

“Well…I do massage furs every now and then…”

“Great! Then you won’t mind rubbing my feet!”

Mike shifted around on the bench so he was facing Greer and the snake’s feet were resting right against the dog’s groin. Mike swallowed hard and shook his head.

“No, no, not at all.”

Greer hissed before he grinned and watched as Mike lifted Greer’s right foot and began to rub his smooth sole. The snake moaned quietly and watched as he manipulated the spaniel. Mike moved his paw up and down very gently, grazing the ball of his foot and the heel. His foot was sleek and sweaty; Mike could feel the moisture on his paw and sighed. The dog flared his nostrils and took in the blissful odor of his foot. His whole foot stank, but a majority of the stench lied in-between his toes and on the ball. Mike leaned forward and sniffed Greer’s stinky toes twice, trying his best not to smile and moan with pleasure. But the odor was too much for the spaniel; it was taking control of his mind. He squeezed Greer’s foot a few times, feeling around the bones and working his way towards the toes. Greer smirked and wiggled them at Mike, who in return pressed his moist nose against them and sniffed. The dog had no idea how powerful the stench was, and he immediately veered his head back and coughed a few times.

“Hehehe, smelly, aren’t they?”

“Uh, no, no I-I thought um…I thought I, uh…”

Mike didn’t have time to make up an excuse. Greer lifted his left foot and slowly pressed them both against Mike’s face. The dog panted softly before he reached out and tried to grab them. Greer abruptly jerked his feet away so the dog only caught air. He slowly pressed them against Mike’s face again, forcing him to sniff the soles. The dog sniffed deeply and sighed pleasurably. He closed his eyes and leaned forward so he could take another deep whiff, but Greer grinned and moved his feet away a second time. Mike could see that the snake was tantalizing him, forcing the dog to claim his prize on his own. No longer caring, Mike reached forward and grabbed both feet. The dog rubbed both of them with his paws and exhaled, shortly before Greer pressed both of them against his face. The dog sniffed four times before moaning again and chuckling, happy that someone besides his usual friends didn’t see him as a freak with a foot fetish. Greer wiggled his toes before rubbing his feet up and down, smothering the brown spaniel with the sweatiness of his soles. Everytime Mike put his nose near the toes, he’d wag his tail merrily. At one point the dog grabbed Greer’s left foot and pressed his nose against the suckable toes. He sniffed as hard as he could before taking his nose away and letting out a shuddering moan.

Greer had him now. All he had to do was force the dog to lick his feet and he’d be finished with him. The rock python was happy; usually he had to force his victims to sniff and clean off his feet with their tongue. But Mike was willingly doing it. The dog opened his mouth and started to like Greer’s foot from heel to toes, cherishing the sweaty, salty flavor. He opened his mouth again and dragged his tongue along the sole when he finally snapped out of his trance. It wasn’t until he saw Greer’s grin that he realized the snake had been manipulating him the whole time, and he fell for it. Mike was licking a snake’s foot in a locker room, of all places. Someone could see him at any moment. Hell, someone possibly had seen him and was recording the whole thing to put on YouTube or some foot fetish website. Mike shouted and shoved the feet away.

“NO! That’s-that’s-that’s—we’re done, okay? I-I…maybe it was wrong of me to, uh—I gotta go now. I have to do…something…not here.”

Greer wasn’t gonna let Mike get away so easily. The snake jumped off the bench and ran in front of the dog.

“Relax, pup. I won’t tell anyone what you did.”

“No, no, no. It’s not that…I mean, we shouldn’t, uh…”

Mike started to nervously rub his arm again. “I’m-I’m not into, err, that stuff. I…was being nice.”

Greer hissed so loudly Mike thought he was about to bite him. “Nice, huh? That’ssss your excusssse?”

The canine could see the snake was irascible and didn’t like to lose his prey. He slowly began to back away.

“Uh, yeah! Don’t-don’t you give your friends foot licks?”

Greer ignored him. “You’re almost done. Just get back on the bench and keep licking my feet and you can leave. C’mon…I saw that face. I know you want to.”

Mike swallowed hard and continued to back away. “No, no, you’re mistaken. I was just-just being helpful to, uh, a random stranger. And now, I-I think I should leave—”

Mike gagged loudly and started to gasp when the rock python wrapped his tail around his throat. He lifted his paws and tried to pry the tail off, but it was too thick, and Greer’s grip was too strong. Greer hissed before he shoved Mike down on the floor in front of the bench. The snake grinned and sat down before he put his feet on Mike’s chest, his elongated tail still wrapped around the dog’s throat.

“Don’t worry, pup. I won’t kill you; I’m not that kind of reptile. Thissss is just to make sure you don’t slip away, since you can’t do this the easy way. Of course, if I squeeze hard enough…”

Mike gasped and breathed airily when Greer tightened his grip.

“Eventually you’ll just pass out. And once you wake up, my feet will be all you’re your face, and my tail will still be wrapped around your throat. It’sssss up to you how long this takes us. Whether you like it or not, you are going to smell and lick my feet.”

Greer loosened his tail-grip so Mike could breathe easily, but couldn’t get free. The snake hissed twice before he moved his feet across his chest and pressed them on Mike’s face. He wiggled his toes before he laughed evilly.

“I’m waiting.”

There was no point in refusing. If Mike didn’t do this quickly, someone would step inside and see them, and then things would really become awkward. So the dog flared his nostrils and started to take several whiffs of the sweaty feet. Greer chuckled as he smothered the dog with his stinky soles, filling Mike’s olfaction with the pungent smell of old cheese. The canine brushed his nose across Greer’s left foot, taking small whiffs of the heel, ball, and sole of the foot. It wasn’t until Mike reached the toes that he became disgusted with his torture. Greer grinned once he moved both of his feet down and pressed his soft and bony toes against Mike’s nose. The rock python almost laughed when he saw the surprised look in the dog’s eyes. Mike didn’t know whether he should pass out or open his mouth and start sucking. He was drowned in a wave of a malt vinegary scent. The odor was so powerful it drove Mike’s senses crazy. He wished he wasn’t being forced to do this or else he’d be enjoying himself. Maybe Mike should’ve remained on the bench and licked the snake’s feet in peace. This was far more humiliating.

“Now lick.”

Mike tried to find a way to enjoy himself, but he couldn’t. He panted, blowing his warm breath on the snake’s soles as his tongue began to roll out of his mouth. Just a few minutes ago Mike was licking the snake’s feet with no problem. He told himself he could do it again, even if it was nonconsensual. So the spaniel planted his tongue along the snake’s right heel and started to move it up and down, collecting some of Greer’s foot sweat. The snake sighed heavily before he hissed and stared at the dog on the floor. He pressed his feet against the canine’s face even harder, compelling Mike to not only lick his feet, but to sniff them too. The dog gagged once he reached in-between the toes; even though the stink drove Mike wild, the taste was a different story. Appalled by the overwhelming flavor, Mike removed his tongue and worked on the toes themselves. Greer hissed as he shoved them into the dog’s mouth. Mike gagged twice before he closed his mouth and started to suck on the rock python’s toes. They were smooth and moist like the rest of his foot was, but his toes were very warm and reminded Mike that he was sucking milk from a bottle. Greer exhaled and chuckled as he watched the dog noisily slurp on his toes, sucking out the pungent, sweaty flavor.

“There’s a good boy. Now, why don’t you start on the other foot?”

Mike almost forgot that he had a snake’s tail wrapped around his throat. He sucked on the snake’s toes hard before he finally opened his mouth and let them go. Greer wiggled his toes and shook some of the slobber from them.

“Please…I-I’ve already—ACK!!”

Greer slowly tightened his tail’s grip. The snake smiled before he placed his left foot over Mike’s muzzle, smothering him with his cheesy foot stink as he moved his foot up and down.

“Would you like for me to loosen my tail?”

Mike coughed and nodded.

“Then sssstart ssssucking!”

The spaniel gagged when Greer stuck the toes from his left foot in Mike’s mouth. He closed his mouth and started to suck on the snake’s three toes, treating them like a bottle filled with milk again. Greer hissed again and loosened his tail-grip, pleased that the dog was finally cooperating with him and doing what he asked. The dog made sure he didn’t place his tongue in-between the toes; the last thing he wanted was that putrid, bitter taste in his mouth again. So he sucked on the toes quite hard, absorbing the nasty yet strangely tolerable flavor. Once Greer felt satisfied that his toes were clean, he removed them and placed his left sole over the dog’s muzzle. Since the dog was seemingly used to the rock python’s foot odor, he had an easier time sniffing the snake’s left foot. He just made sure he didn’t sniff too hard when his nose approached the toes.

“Yessss…very stinky, isn’t it?”

Mike figured it was best not to answer, and instead lowered his jaw and started to lick the reptile’s smooth sole. Greer moved his foot back and forth, admiring the warm and wet feeling of the spaniel’s tongue as it grazed his foot. Mike groaned when the bitter taste crept into his mouth, but he tried to ignore it. This hadn’t been the first time he was forced to lick smelly feet (and judging by his bad luck, it wouldn’t be the last). Greer positioned the ball of his foot against Mike’s nose and pressed down hard. The odor wasn’t as bad as in-between his toes, but it was still very strong and drove the canine’s olfactory senses crazy. Mike opened his mouth and licked the ball from left to right, gagging as the foul taste returned. Greer chuckled before he moved his foot down and clamped on the dog’s muzzle with his rancid toes. The dog let out a muffled cry as the unbearable stench slithered into his nose. Greer glanced to his left before he looked down at Mike and smirked. Mercifully, he removed his feet and started to uncoil his tail.

“You see? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Mike scrambled to his footpaws and started to cough and gag. The taste of the snake’s feet was still in his mouth. He wiped his paws on his tongue, desperately trying to get the flavor out.

“S-S-So, that’s it? You’ll let me go now?”

Greer nodded and hissed, gesturing for Mike to go left.

“Thank you.”

Mike turned to his left and was about to run when he saw a familiar face. The spaniel shouted and took two steps back. It was Rexar, the red dinosaur who loved to tease Mike with his delicious but foul-smelling feet. He was sweaty and shirtless, wearing nothing except black nylon shorts and his blue sneakers. And he was grinning and looking down at the spaniel deviously.

“Hey, Mike.”

The spaniel whimpered and took a few more steps backward, trying to slip away from the dinosaur before the inevitable happened.

“H-hey…hehe, hey, Rexar.”

Mike grunted when he bumped into someone. The dog turned around and frowned when he saw Greer’s face. His forked tongue slid out of his mouth as he hissed at the canine. In front of him was an aggressive snake with smelly feet. Behind him was an aggressive dinosaur with smelly feet.

“I just needed to keep you here long enough for your friend to show up.”

Mike turned around once a familiar scent entered his nostrils. Rexar was sitting on the bench and holding his left sneaker in the air. The dinosaur placed the shoe against his nose before he inhaled deeply and took in the stinky, musty stench. The reptile sighed heavenly afterwards and chuckled.

“Now that’s a good smell. You want a whiff Mikey?”

Greer shoved Mike forward so he was standing only a few inches away from Rexar. The dinosaur took off his other shoe and placed them both down on the floor. Then he grinned and held both of his socked feet in the air. The dinosaur’s socks were so sweaty and stinky that they could render someone unconscious if they sniffed long enough. The dinosaur wiggled his toes and growled.

“Or perhaps you’d like to sniff my smelly socks instead? They’re warm and moist, just like you like ‘em!”

Mike grunted when Greer forced the dog down to his knees. The dinosaur’s rancid feet were just inches away from his nose. He was gonna have to go through this all over again.

“Fuck.”