Gregg leaned on the counter, jabbing buttons on the cash register at random to entertain himself. He let out a sigh and glanced up at the empty aisles of the store; The Snack Falcon was experiencing a lull. The fox was left with nothing to do but listen to the dings and rattles of the register.

        Even with the racket he produced, he was able to discern the sound of his phone going off in his pocket. It was a text notification. His boredom made him desperate to know what it said, so he checked right away. He was happily surprised when he saw it was Mae.

        “yo. been all over town today and my paws are killing me. can you help out?” the message read. Just as he finished reading it another came through, popping up on his screen below the first. “i’m dying to feel your hands on them again. maybe your tongue too if that’s still cool with you…”

        Gregg’s heart skipped a beat and he perked his ears into the air, his face lighting up. He felt a stiffness growing between his legs, and shot a reply back as fast as he could physically type. “YES!!!” he texted, hitting send only seconds after he had received Mae’s initial message.

        Without a second thought, Gregg abandoned his post for his friend’s house. As he ran out the front door, he bumped past a customer who was on his way in. He gave the fox an incredulous look, wondering what the rush was. With a scoff the stranger turned back and went into The Snack Falcon, only to find it was completely barren of employees…

        Later, at Mae’s house, she led Gregg up the stairs to her room in the attic. “... anyway, I don’t think my parents saw you come in. So nobody should bother us.” she finished up saying. After closing the door behind them, she paused. “... but just in case…” she muttered to herself, turning the lock with a click.

        Mae went to her bed and sat on the side of it, hanging her legs off the edge. Gregg followed behind and knelt on the floor in front of her, looking eager. Noticing he was knees-first on the hard floor, the cat grabbed a pillow from her bed and offered it to him. He accepted it with a thankful smile and tucked it underneath himself, creating a comfortable spot to rest on. Once ready he held out his hands expectantly, looking up at Mae like an excited puppy awaiting a treat. She snickered at him and placed one of her booted feet into his hands.

        Gregg unlaced Mae’s boot and slid it off. Her socked footpaw was revealed with a visible cloud of steam as the heat and moisture trapped within was released. It washed over Gregg in a warm wave, bringing a rank cheesy odor to his nose. The once white sock showed signs of heavy use; it was full of holes and off-color, now more of a yellowish gray than anything. He could see glimpses of her dark fur and pink footpads through the rips, the latter of which shined with her sweat. The fox wiggled his nose as he sniffed the pungent scent that filled the air, then let out a contented sigh.

        “When was the last time you washed these?” he asked. She raised an eyebrow at him.

        “It’s awful bold of you to assume I wash my clothes.” she replied, wearing an impish grin. Gregg felt a pleasant twinge between his legs when he realized they were dirtier than he thought. Wanting to know for himself, he hovered his nose above her foot and took a few quick sniffs. As the rotten odor flooded his senses, he shuddered.

        “They’re so bad.” he gushed, swishing his tail back and forth. “It smells like you walked through a mile of hot cheese!”

        “I walked a few miles, but none of them were cheesy.” Mae said. The smell of her feet eventually reached her own nose, so she pinched it shut. “Phew. I can see where you got that idea, though.”

        “Heheh. Right?” Gregg said. After getting a taste of her raw foot odor and hungering for more, he lifted her boot up to his face. Without hesitation he crammed his snout into it, burying himself up to his eyes. He only stopped when his nose bumped against the insole, which gave him a concentrated whiff of the odor. It was like he’d set off a stink bomb right in his own face. He let out a muffled moan and closed his eyes, then started sniffing wildly like a bloodhound hot on the trail.

        After Gregg plugged the boot with his face, very little air could get in or out. Its sweat-stained interior gave off a pungent stench like vinegar and body odor, which grew more powerful the longer he remained inside. It didn’t take long before he was breathing in nothing but her weeks-old foot funk.

	Although he was enjoying himself, Gregg was even more eager to get his hands on Mae’s feet. He pulled his nose out from the warm, moist cavern that was her boot, then set it on the ground beside him. The other boot followed shortly after, allowing both her paws to breathe for the first time in many hours. She stretched her toes by curling and flexing them, letting out a relaxed sigh.

	“It feels great to finally have them off.” Mae said. “They’re comfy and all, but it gets so stuffy in there. It’s like a rainforest or something.”

	“Stuffy? More like suffocating.” Gregg teased. He waved a hand in front of his face in pretend disgust, wafting away some of the stench. “Pee-yew!”

	Mae squinted at him. “How about you suffocate on my foot funk and die?” she offered flatly, cracking a grin.

	“With pleasure.” he said back. Choosing to accept what she said as an invitation, he took her footpaws into his hands and held them close to his face. The heat that radiated from them felt warm on his skin, the smell almost eye-watering. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with their acrid stench. His windpipe tingled and burned, and he smiled.

	“Which one is first?” Gregg asked, looking up at the cat.

	“Left.” she answered, wiggling her toes on the respective paw. Gregg singled that one out and took it into his hands. He started off at the ball of her foot where he worked his thumbs into her paw pad, pressing through the damp fabric and into her sore flesh. Mae tensed up at first, but relaxed soon after and began purring as he rubbed her sweaty footpaw. Her eyelids lowered, then shut completely. She leaned back to get more comfortable, propping herself up with her hands flat against the bed.

	After servicing her paw pad, Gregg moved lower to the arch of her foot. He pressed into it gently while sliding his thumbs down to her heel, causing Mae to reflexively curl her foot and make a quiet trill of pleasure. Smirking, Gregg repeated the same maneuver in reverse, rubbing his thumbs in an upward motion back toward her paw pad. He continued this until he could feel the muscles loosen up.

	Mae’s heel was up next. He knew he’d need more force to work it over properly, so he used his knuckles rather than his fingertips. Holding her paw in place with one hand, he pressed two of his knuckles into the center of her heel and gradually increased the force he was applying. After a certain amount of pressure Mae curled her toes, and he could hear her purring louder. Maintaining that pressure, he kneaded forwards and backwards, and the intense sensation made her fur stand on end. It stayed like that until he had worked over every inch of her heel, after which his hands were greasy and slick with sweat from her sock. The cheesy smell rubbed off too, clinging to his fur. He took a quick sniff of his own palm and shivered, savoring the residual foot stink.

	Mae watched him with a smirk. “You’re such a fuckin’ weirdo, dude.” she teased.

	“I know. But it’s so much fun!” Gregg replied. He smooched her socked paw pad and wagged his tail side to side, giving her a gleeful look. “I could do this all day.”

	“I wouldn’t mind getting used to that.” she mused, tapping her chin.

	Eager for more, Gregg took the edges of Mae’s sock and pulled down. It was so saturated with sweat that it had to be peeled off her foot, producing a slimy noise. After he freed one footpaw he did the other, then balled both socks up in his hands. They stuck together in a wad of moist cloth, which he promptly buried his nose into.

	Gregg took a loud, deep whiff of their stink and began to drool. He was lost in his own world for a few moments; the only thing he could think about was the overwhelming reek of corn chips and cheese. After huffing nothing but pure foot funk for a good ten or fifteen seconds he became visibly dizzy, but still didn’t seem interested in stopping.

	“Damn, dude. Don’t knock yourself out.” Mae said, holding back a giggle.

	“What are you, my mom?” Gregg joked. Mae rolled her eyes at him and he went right back to sniffing, wearing a delighted smile. She waited a little longer for him to get his fill, after which he stowed the dirty socks away in one of her boots. He turned his full attention to her footpaws; specifically her right paw, which hadn’t been rubbed at all yet.

	Gregg took hold of the untouched paw and gave it a gentle squeeze. Mae purred and wiggled her toes, blinking slowly. His hands felt warm on her bare foot, which was even more sensitive without a barrier of fabric protecting it. The most sensitive part, her pads, were pink and plush. Each wore a thin film of sweat on its surface, making them glisten in the light.

	Gregg pushed his thumbs into the ball of her foot, squishing her paw pad to feel how soft it was. Mae giggled and curled her foot at the light touch, feeling ticklish. When he rubbed deeper, though, a wave of pleasure rolled through her body and she exhaled slowly. The fox observed her heightened reaction, and continued to work over the tired flesh in her pad until every ounce of exhaustion had been drained away. Mae let out a sigh and splayed her toes, stretching them apart from each other before relaxing them again.

        Seeing her toes wiggle in front of his face drew Gregg’s attention. He stared at them as they separated, each connected to the ones next to it by thick strands of sweat. When she separated her toes she also released the trapped stink that had accumulated between them. His nostrils flared as he caught a whiff of it, eliciting an aroused murr. With a stink-drunk look on his face he started work on them, taking one of her toes into his hand at a time. He carefully pushed his thumb into the first toe pad and rubbed in a circular motion, massaging its delicate skin. After that he squeezed the toe between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on it gently. He released it after a couple seconds, then did it again on a different part of her toe. He kneaded it like this up and down its entire length, then moved onto the next toe and did the same thing. Mae purred loudly throughout the process, and by the time he had gotten to all of them she was starting to doze off.

	Ever since he had first taken her boots off, the musky smell from her hindpaws was strong in Gregg’s nose. Rubbing her bare feet only seemed to bring the smell out more, until it was the only thing he could think about. The tent in his jeans strained as his cock tried to get free, twitching and pulsing with every breath of her foot stink. Craving more of it, he spread her toes apart and wedged his nose in the gap between them, where the smell was the richest. He took a long, deep sniff and lowered one of his hands to his crotch. A shudder ran down his spine as he touched himself through his pants.

	Mae watched with curiosity and amusement as her friend not-so-subtly pleasured himself in plain view. He rubbed the heel of his palm along the outline of his length, grinding it against his leg. The stimulation made Gregg’s heart race, which in turn made him pant harder. His breath felt hot against her feet as he sniffed and huffed enthusiastically, exploring her toes’ every curve and crevice.

	Mae giggled in ticklishness, then playfully squeezed his nose between two of her toes. Gregg’s cheeks became flushed and his eyes went unfocused for a second as his nostrils were trapped in a pit of vinegary stench. He huffed her stink and let his tongue loll out from his maw, dragging it across her paw pad to gather up the sour taste of cheese and sweat. His cock throbbed in his pants, demanding more attention. Rubbing it harder and faster, he let out a sharp exhale of pleasure into her foot. 

	The feline purred as she felt Gregg’s tongue on her paw. It wasn’t as strong as his hands, but it was hot and wet in comparison, and felt decidedly lewd against her bare skin. He continued licking at her pad, cleaning off every bit of sweat and grime and replacing it with saliva. She lowered her eyelids and smiled while looking down at him, blinking slowly as she enjoyed her tongue bath.

        While keeping his nose buried firmly between Mae’s toes and taking deep breaths, Gregg undid his jeans and pulled his zipper down. He reached a hand into his underwear and pulled his junk out, allowing his erection to spring into the air. Squeezing his sweat-damp hand into a fist around his shaft, he pumped himself eagerly, gliding his foreskin up and down over his cock tip. He let his mouth hang open so he could pant for air while licking her sole, making it slippery with his spit. Mae smirked at his increasingly horny and unabashed actions, curling her smelly toes around his nose to further gratify him. He wagged his tail at the gesture, sniffing up her cheesy stink with joy.

        After grooming her paw pad, Gregg moved on to licking at the cat’s toes. His tongue lashed at their pads first, then slid between the toes themselves, reaching for the furthest corners of her hindpaws. Mae shivered as he lapped the sweat from between them, sending a mixture of ticklishness and ecstasy through her body. The area was highly sensitive and rarely touched, which made it feel all the better when it was worshiped.

        Cleaning Mae’s claws would be a little trickier than the other parts of her feet. Gregg held one of her toes and gave it a soft squeeze, pushing her claw out of its sheath. It was curved, sharp, and covered in grime. He licked carefully, picking the filth out from beneath it before lapping around its base. Once he had licked it clean he released her toe and allowed the claw to retreat back into its hiding spot.

	While Gregg was busy slobbering over her toe claws and jerking himself off, Mae thought of a naughty idea to help her friend. With a mischievous look in her eye, she lifted the paw he wasn’t worshiping and moved it between the fox’s legs. He jumped in surprise, not expecting to feel her sweaty paw poking into his cock. She nudged his hand with her toes and he stopped stroking, allowing himself to be shooed away from his erection. As soon as he let go Mae lowered her foot onto his penis, pressing her sweaty paw pad against his glans. She curled her toes around it and squeezed, eliciting a strong shudder and a moan from Gregg. She snickered and released her toe-grip, only to squeeze down again, kneading his cock tip like a house cat would knead a pillow.

        Gregg kept his face buried in Mae’s foot, sniffing and slurping at her sweaty toes with increased fervor. With both hands freed, he was able to work on massaging her heel. Mae let out a pleasured mewl, almost overwhelmed at having a foot rub and a tongue bath on her paws at the same time. Gregg grinned at her reaction.

        While rubbing the stress out of the bottom of her foot, Gregg wrapped his lips around one of her toe gaps. He hungrily slurped on it, pulling the dirt out from her fur and taking the rotten flavor into his mouth. His cock twitched after tasting it, and once it was clean he eagerly moved on to the next spot. He shuddered at the renewed musk each new, untouched crevice brought.

        While the fox was occupied with washing the grimiest parts of her paws, Mae tasked herself with rubbing his arousal underfoot. She put her paw pad on the underside of his cock and pinned it against his belly, giving it a gentle squish that made him moan. Once there she slid up and down its length, grinding it beneath the ball of her foot. The copious amounts of saliva and sweat coating her sole made the stroking considerably smoother.

        After cleaning between and underneath all of her toes, Gregg wrapped his lips around one of them and took it into his maw. The sensation of having her toe enveloped made Mae shudder, sending a ripple of pleasure across her skin. The fox’s mouth squeezed it from every angle, flexing around it and slathering it with saliva. He licked the bottom of her toe from within his mouth, swirled his tongue around its width, then finally lapped at its tender pad. The intense stimulation made her wiggle and curl her toes, rubbing the one against his tongue and the rest against his snout. He wrestled back against the digit in his maw, licking all over it while drool leaked down his bottom lip.

        Gregg moved his grip on her paw so he could focus on its arch. As he pressed his thumbs deep into her flesh and rubbed lengthwise, he happened to slide over an exceptionally tender spot. It sent a zap up her leg and into her body, where it landed in her groin and made everything tingle. Mae tensed up and let out a mewl, her fur standing on end at the blissful sensation it left behind. She instinctively pushed down with her leg, trying to make him dig deeper into the spot. He did just that, curling his finger into a knuckle to grind it into the pressure point. She shivered as he did so, experiencing the same pleasure again.

	Mae chirped and panted softly, her chest rising and falling as her heart rate steadily increased. Having her aching feet rubbed, licked, and sucked on so thoroughly felt amazing, which put her in a good mood and made her feel relaxed. Combined with the feeling of a stiff cock beneath her foot, a pleasant tingle ignited between her legs. She felt a familiar itch; an urge to quell the warmth growing in her nethers.

	Feeling completely at ease in her friend’s presence, Mae slid a hand down the front of her pants and traced a finger along her lips. Her purr grew in volume and her tail twitched, flicking side to side. Slowly, she slid a digit inside herself. After burying half her finger, she slid it out, then back in again. She let out a deep exhale and blinked slowly as she worked into a rhythm, trying to scratch the itch. When one finger was no longer enough to satisfy her she added another, doubling the width her passage had to accommodate. As she carried on fingering herself, she mewled quietly and curled her tail against her body.

	Gregg looked elated as the feline joined him in masturbation; knowing she was getting off too made him even more zealous in his worship. He moved his mouth to the next toe and suckled on it, ensuring he spread his service evenly across her whole foot. Only a few inches below, his hands were still hard at work kneading into her arch.

	Gregg could feel arousal building exponentially inside his body. It was a powerful heat that swelled behind his cock, a warning that he was close. Beads of sweat rolled down his head and he pulled his mouth off Mae’s toe, still connected to it by a string of saliva. He huffed and panted as he humped in sync with Mae’s foot strokes, thrusting his needy cock against her sole. She could feel it throbbing wildly beneath her paw pad, so she rubbed it even harder. He tensed up and his balls pulled closer to his body as they prepared to empty themselves.

	With a low growl, Gregg grit his teeth and fired thick, milky ropes of seed from his cock tip. The first few spurts traveled the farthest, nearly reaching the collar of his jacket. At the peak of his orgasm Mae repositioned her paw, pinning his glans against his body. She rubbed back and forth rapidly then curled her toes over it, causing the rest of his ejaculate to gush through them and dribble down to her heel and ankle. The fox’s face contorted with bliss as he shot the rest of his load into her sweaty toes.

	After Gregg’s orgasm tapered out, he loosened up and began huffing and panting to recuperate his lost air. He looked ditzy with his afterglow, and went right back to licking Mae’s dirty sole. He alternated between slurping on her toes, sniffing and licking between them, and planting lengthy kisses on her tender paw pad.

        Feeling hot, sticky cum shoot against her foot made Mae shudder. It was very messy, but in a way also viscerally arousing. All the lewd sensations against her bare skin, paired with the highly enjoyable foot pampering, made her desire release like nothing else. She plunged her fingers into herself as deep as they would go, until her knuckles pressed against her labia. A feminine trill came from her throat as she hooked her fingers, digging them into the walls of her passage. While she vigorously fingered herself, her palm brushed and rubbed against her clit, delivering a pulse of arousal with each touch. The lips of her sex swelled and drooled lubricant, and her heart pounded in her chest as her body primed for release.

        Mae squeezed her eyes shut and let out a low moan, allowing her jaw to drift down and her maw to hang open. She arched her back and trembled as her entire body erupted with stimulation. The walls of her pussy flexed and tightened around her fingers, squeezing them in a rhythmic motion. With each contraction came a rolling wave of ecstasy, which rippled out from her sex and to the very tips of her fingers and toes. The feline fell into a trance-like state, purring like an engine as she pushed her fingers as far as they would go and held them there. Throughout her climax she involuntarily curled and uncurled her toes, flexing them against Gregg’s face and smearing her sweat on him. He wagged his tail as she did so, enjoying the feeling of her toe pads against his forehead. He continued to lick her paw while pressing his thumbs into her sole, drawing her orgasm out even longer.

	After releasing all her pent-up sexual energy, Mae’s climax faded away until only exhaustion and endorphins remained. When she took her hand out of her pants it was wet, its fur matted down with her juices. Exerted, she slumped backwards and leaned against the railing on the other side of her bed. She blinked and was silent for several moments, panting while she recovered her breath. Both her and Gregg’s orgasms left their faces flush and their fur a bit sweatier.

	Gregg still wasn’t keen on giving her footpaw up. He lapped at the bottom of it happily, though much less vigorously than before. Once Mae caught her breath she spoke again. “You’re really good at this stuff.” she said. “I don’t understand how a foot massage can feel so good.” The cat curled her feet one at a time and purred at how much better they felt.

	“I don’t understand how your feet can stink so much.” Gregg said back, snickering to himself. He buried his nose into the center of her paw pad and took a deep whiff, still able to smell its distinctly cheesy odor despite all the tongue bathing it had undergone. “Huff… did you pour vinegar in your boots or something?”

	“Not this time.” she said, a grin on her face. “Smartass.” Gregg chortled at her reaction.

	Still dripping with his own seed, Gregg thought it would be best to get clean sooner rather than later. He let go of her hindpaw and rose to his feet, then looked down to inspect himself. The white substance had gotten almost entirely on his jacket, which meant it would be easy to get off. He would still need something to do that, though; he didn’t fancy using his own fur or another article of clothing. Mae saw him looking around the room and realized what he wanted.

	“Beside the nightstand. There’s a roll of paper towels.” she said, pointing in that direction. Gregg shot her a thankful smile and wagged his tail, then went to collect them. He tore a piece of paper free and wiped his cock down with it, which had gone soft shortly after his climax. After that he cleaned off the front of his jacket, leaving no trace of his cum aside from the smell. Planning to dispose of them later, he stuffed the used paper towels into his pocket. He felt thankful none had gotten on a more absorbent material like his jeans. Mae, on the other hand, was not so lucky.

	“No way I’m getting this off without a shower. So messy.” she said with a chuckle, wiggling the toes on her cum-soaked footpaw. “Oh well. I needed one anyway.”

	“Thanks for having me over, Mae! We should hang out again soon.” Gregg said, wagging his tail and smiling.

	“Now that you mention it…” she replied, sitting up straight. “I’m gonna be on my feet all day tomorrow too. Do you have time to stop over in the evening?” Her tail flicked side to side as she asked, anticipating his decision. Gregg’s face lit up.

	“Dude! Are you kidding?!” he answered. The thought of tasting her dirty footpaws again made him drool. “Let’s do it!” he said, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Mae giggled at his enthusiasm, looking pleased.

	With one last goodbye Gregg finally departed, taking two flights of stairs down to the ground floor. On his way to the front door he passed by the living room, where Mae’s parents sat on the sofa. They turned to look, expecting to see their daughter but finding only her friend instead.

	“Later!” Gregg called out to them, waving a paw as he strolled out the front door. They looked at each other with confusion, unaware of what had just taken place a couple floors above their heads.

	“Do you remember seeing him come in?” Mae’s mother asked, raising an eyebrow. Her father shrugged, just as oblivious as she was.