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WARNING: The following story has young characters taking part in foot fetish activities. If this isn’t your cup of tea, please read no further.

Snazzy Sneakers For Lupo

The sun was gradually rising on a gorgeous summer morning in the quaint, red-roofed town of Foxburg. Its warm sunlight shone through the windows of a tall house, where a pair of twin fox brothers were dozing away in the bedroom they shared. One of them woke up first, stretching his arms and yawning before jumping out of bed. He wore yellow overalls and had a tuft on his head.

“Wake up, Foxi!” he said. “Today’s the day!”

Foxi, the brother with blue overalls, woke with a jolt and got out of bed. “W-what’s today, Fix?”

“Don’t you remember?” asked Fix. “It’s the first day of the annual Foxburg Food Truck Fest!”

“Speaking my language!” said Foxi.

“Mine too!” said Fix as he put on his white socks and white shoes. “Uncle Fax promised to take us there and spend the whole day trying out all different sorts of tasty grub.”

“Come on, we’ve got no time to waste!” said Foxi as he put on his white socks and yellow shoes.

“Let’s see what’s on tap for breakfast this morning!”

The twins grabbed their cell phones and wallets and raced downstairs to the kitchen, where Uncle Fax was indeed hard at work preparing a hearty breakfast of blueberry pancakes, buttery stone-ground grits, and hickory-smoked bacon.

“Morning, Uncle Fax!” said Fix and Foxi in unison.

“Well, g’mornin’ to you too, my favorite nephews!” replied Uncle Fax with a chuckle. “You boys are more excited than usual today, I wonder why?”

“It’s the opening day of the Foxburg Food Truck Fest,” said Fix.

“And it lasts all week from ten in the morning to ten at night,” said Foxi.

“Oh, uh, the Foxburg Food Truck Fest isn’t until next week,” said Uncle Fax.

“What?!” cried the twins.

Uncle Fax sighed. “They have to make extra preparations for food supplies and finances.”

“But we’ve been looking forward to this all month!” said Fix with a sad look on his face.

Uncle Fax stood there silently for a few seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing.

“Nah, I’m just joking, of course it’s today!” he chortled. “Let’s have a good breakfast and then we’ll head out.”

“YAY!” cheered Fix and Foxi as they poured themselves some orange juice.

After breakfast, the twins and their uncle got into the latter’s yellow Volkswagen Beetle and drove a few miles to the festival. A plethora of food trucks and tents graced the fields, ready to serve many hungry customers.

“Well, here we are,” said Uncle Fax as he pulled up. “I’ve actually gotta run some errands around town, but you boys can stay as long as you want and enjoy yourselves.”

“Thanks, Uncle Fax,” said Foxi.

“We’ll call you if you need anything,” said Fix.

“Save me five elephant ears and two orders of souvlaki!” laughed Uncle Fax as he put the car in gear and drove off. “Have fun!”

“We will!” chorused the foxes as they waved goodbye. They turned back around and noticed a gleaming paradise of food trucks and vendors lining up the different aisles. The delicious aromas of the various types of cuisine filled the air.

“What do ya think first, Foxi?” asked Fix.

“So much to choose from,” replied Foxi. “Everything from barbecue and Philly cheese steaks, to funnel cakes and pierogis, to pizza and ice cream.”

“Let’s cruise around first, and maybe we’ll even run into—“

Suddenly, Fix and Foxi heard a familiar voice laughing happily nearby.

“Whoa! Alright! Check me out!” it said.

“Oooh, sounds like Lupo is up to something crazy,” said Fix, narrowing one eye and smiling.

“I say we go pay him a little visit,” said Foxi. The two rounded a corner and saw their tall wolf friend Lupo up ahead, carrying two stacks of five trays each. He was doglike in appearance, especially his ears, and he wore a red shirt and yellow overalls, but this time he sported a different pair of shoes. Bright blue and white athletic sneakers, to be exact. He was so busy gazing at the food trucks around him that he didn’t notice a cardboard box laying on the ground, so he ended up tripping and falling over. The empty trays he was holding scattered everywhere.

“Hey Lupo, were you in a daze again?” asked Fix as he and his brother started picking up the trays.

“What’s up, guys?” said Lupo as he stood back up. “Check out my new snazzy sneakers!”

“Wow, what kind are they?” asked Foxi.

Lupo posed in his sneakers. “They’re Mizuno Wave Riders, customized specifically for me. Now I’ll be the most stylish wolf in Foxburg!”

“Look who’s boasting,” said Fix.

“And what’s with all the empty trays you were carrying?” asked Foxi. “It was your monstrous appetite, wasn’t it?”

“I only ate a few chicken sandwiches,” said Lupo.

“Oh, I bet it was more than just a few.”

“Really, I only had three!”

“You know, Lupo,” said Fix, “it just occurred to me that this festival isn’t just about food. They’re also selling books, art, and all sorts of other trinkets.”

“Tickets?” wondered Lupo as he scratched his head. “Like concert tickets?”

“No, trinkets! Like collectibles and decorations.”

“Oh, you know I’m not good with eight-letter words,” said Lupo.

“It’s alright Lupo, let’s take a look,” said Foxi.

So the three of them perused many collectible items for sale from several vendors. Lupo strutted along the midway in his new sneakers, humming giddily. When was he going to learn to curb his vanity a little?

“Everyone, get some shoes like mine!” he bragged. “They’re snazzy, sporty, and like menthol on your feet!”

“He had me at menthol,” whispered Fix to his brother. “I’m totally jealous. I wish I had a pair just like his.”

Several passersby rolled their eyes or simply stared at the tall wolf awkwardly. Lupo, however, was far from bothered by this. Fix and Foxi looked at each other and shrugged, realizing they probably just had to let it go. After buying himself a colorful stained-glass elephant on a string, he haphazardly swung it around as he continued walking.

“You know that’s fragile, don’t you?” asked Fix.

“It’s just one tiny elephant,” said Lupo as it started to get windy. “It’s like my very own special good-luck charm! This thing will always be close to me, no matter where we are!”

On the word “where”, he gestured his arms into the air, oblivious to the elephant figure shooting straight off his finger and into the wind.

“Uh, Lupo...?” began Foxi.

Lupo quickly turned around. “H-huh? Where did it go?!” He instantly noticed his newly acquired souvenir floating away in the wind like it was on helium.

“Don’t just stand there, try to catch it!” said Foxi.

“Let’s go for it, Foxi!” said Fix, high-fiving his brother.

And just like that, the trio ran as fast as they could past the army of food trucks parked in the field. Along the way, Lupo inadvertently knocked over a vendor lady selling a bratwurst on a bun, which flew out of her hands and into his mouth. He beamed as he gobbled it up and swallowed it.

“Mmmm, hot and fresh bratwurst!” said Lupo as he licked his lips. “My flashy sneakers are making me speedier!”

“Lupo, focus!” yelled the foxes.

The stained-glass elephant charm was still being swept away by the tumultuous gust of wind as it approached a steep incline. Fix, Foxi, and Lupo climbed the hill with all their might, taking slow steps, when all of a sudden the wind changed direction. The trio tumbled back down the hill on top of each other, then quickly took off after the elephant charm. After a minute, Lupo noticed something wasn’t right.

“Ohhhhh,” he moaned.

“What’s the matter, Lupo?” asked Fix and Foxi.

“These shoes aren’t what I thought they’d be,” said Lupo. “They’re starting to feel cramped on my toes.”

The wind died down and the elephant charm stuck to a low branch on a shady oak tree. Fix got onto Foxi’s shoulders and reached up, and slid the elephant off the branch before giving it back to the wolf.

“Oh, thanks a million!” exclaimed Lupo as he sat down against the tree. He unlaced his sneakers and pulled them off, revealing a pair of worn, dirty, stinky beige socks with a couple holes on the heel and ball of the right sock.

“Ewwwww!” groaned the foxes, pinching their noses.

“It looks and smells like you’ve been wearing those socks for weeks!” said Foxi.

“Come on, Fix and Foxi, they smell fine!” said Lupo with a smile. “I only started wearing them last night.”

Fix and Foxi coughed a bit from the strong smell of Lupo’s socks.

“You should consider doing your laundry more often in that old tower of yours,” said Fix.

Lupo rubbed his socked toes and moaned a bit more. “Ohhhh, I still feel cramped down here. There’s only one other way to solve this, and that’s by taking my socks off!”

“Uh oh, Foxi,” said Fix, holding his nose once more.

“Enough with the nose holding, silly foxes!” chuckled Lupo as he removed his socks, revealing a pair of large, sweaty black feet. He had five plump toes on each foot aligned in the Egyptian style, plain toenails, and nicely shaped soles, heels, and arches. The smell was even stronger than when he had his socks on, and Lupo wasn’t ashamed of it one bit.

“A true wolf is always proud of his stinky feet!” he said, grinning.

“They certainly look that way,” said Foxi as he started feeling funny between his legs. “I…I love them, Lupo.”

“Me too,” Fix chimed in.

“Me three!” cried Lupo. “I’ve got the best feet in Foxburg!”

“You’re boasting yet again,” said Fix, shaking a finger.

Lupo brought his right foot up to his nose and took a whiff. “Mmmmm!” he uttered. “Try smelling them yourselves!”

The foxes nodded and brought their little noses up to Lupo’s soles, taking big sniffs and enjoying this entire moment. Fix started to tickle his soles with his fingers, making the wolf giggle. After a while, Foxi began to stroke his white hands all over Lupo’s big human feet.

“Gee, what size shoe do you wear?” he asked.

“A men’s fifteen!” said Lupo confidently as he wiggled his toes in Foxi’s face.

“Oh yes, wiggle them toes like the silly, happy wolf you are,” said Foxi. Lupo did just that as the fox boy laid on his stomach and slowly humped the ground in his blue overalls, his erection growing in the process. Foxi then looked up and saw Fix with an erection as well, only he was rubbing the crotch area of his yellow overalls with his fingers.

“Keep on wiggling,” said Foxi.

“Mmm-hmm,” uttered Lupo with a nod as he crossed his legs and wiggled all ten of his sweaty toes again. “I see some weird bumps in your overalls, guys.”

“Uh-oh,” said Fix as he covered his crotch. “You noticed it?”

“Sure I did, it’s normal and natural!” said Lupo as he tapped his foot on Fix’s crotch. “I want a better look at your crotches.”

Fix and Foxi looked at each other, nodded, loosened their overalls, and pulled them down with their underwear, showing their erect red circumcised penises. They sat down with their legs spread apart, and Lupo scootched forward and touched the tip of each fox’s penis with his feet. Fix had Lupo simply rub his foot up and down his shaft, while Foxi had him use a gas pedal motion on his penis. This went on for about five minutes, and Lupo wiggled his plump black toes here and there in the process.

“I’m gonna release,” said Fix.

“Me too,” said Foxi.

“It might be some type of special butter for my big feet!” said Lupo with a big smile.

No more than five seconds later, Fix and Foxi each unleashed their cum which splattered all over Lupo’s bare soles and toes. As soon as their orgasms were finished, they took a minute to catch their breath before putting their overalls back on. Lupo started drying his feet off with a rag.

“Whew, never experienced anything like this with someone else, Lupo,” said Fix, still panting lightly.

Lupo took a small lick of semen on his left big toe. “Reminds me of sea salt.”

“Lupo!” said Fix and Foxi with mild disgust.

“Just saying,” replied Lupo with a laugh.

“And since you decided to air out your feet,” said Foxi as he and his brother took their shoes and socks off, “why don’t we air ours out too?”

In the blink of an eye, Lupo dove his face into Fix and Foxi’s red and also human-like feet and took a deep sniff. Fix’s feet had a slightly warm and meaty scent, while Foxi’s feet smelled more like aged English cheddar cheese. They each had five toes on each foot which were about as plump as Lupo’s, well-kept toenails, and the skin on their soles was delicate to the touch as expected from a pair of adventurous fox boys. Foxi took a look at his wolf friend’s crotch and saw that a serious boner was poking up in those yellow overalls.

“Does this excite you too, Lupo?” he asked with a laugh.

“What do you mean?” asked Lupo.

“I think you know,” said Fix. “Pull down those overalls of yours. As a matter of fact, take everything off.”

“Uh, okay,” said Lupo nervously. He took off his overalls, then his red shirt, and finally his underwear, revealing his naked wolf body and black circumcised penis.

“That’s another type of wiener you’ve got there,” said Foxi. “And it sure looks tasty.”

Lupo looked around, then at his hands. “Doesn’t look like I have another one of those hot dogs from that food truck.”

“Not that kind of wiener, it’s the thing between your big, strong legs!”

“Oh, you mean my penis?”

“Yeah, of course it’s your penis.”

“I know how we can release all the tension Lupo’s been getting after wearing those stuffy, uncomfortable shoes,” Fix told Foxi as he put his bare soles on Lupo’s big penis.

“Good call, Fix!” replied Foxi as he did the same.

The fox boys went straight to work, rubbing their bare soles and toes up and down Lupo’s shaft, making him stick his tongue out in pleasure. Precum started to leak out of the wolf guy’s tip and serve as a lubricant for the penis in general. Fix used his feet to play with Lupo’s balls, while Foxi rubbed and wiggled his toes on the front side of the tip.

“My pee pee feels like a happy kid in a sweet shop!” said Lupo as his breathing got heavier. “Something’s about to come out, and it doesn’t feel like pee.”

“It’s that sweet white goo that came out of our penises earlier, isn’t it?” asked Fix as he kept rubbing.

“Yeah, it’s my sperm! Feels so tingly down there. I’m gonna…!”

Lupo moaned in absolute bliss as his penis twitched, and pearly white semen squirted out all over Fix and Foxi’s young bare feet. The foxes giggled at the sight and the sensation of his warm goo as he laid back against the tree and relaxed.

“That was so much work,” he said. He ejaculated a final string of semen on his own beautiful feet. “Whoops.”

“Come on, use that messy rag to clean our feet up too,” said Foxi.

Lupo nodded and proceeded to use the same semen-stained rag to wipe off Fix and Foxi’s feet, ensuring he absorbed every last drop.

“Whose feet did ya like better, mine or Foxi’s?” asked Fix.

“Uh…” began Lupo.

Foxi lifted his feet up and wiggled his toes. “I think it’s an easy answer. You seemed fixated on mine a little bit more.”

“Maybe, I kinda like both your feet about the same.”

Foxi raised his eyebrows and chuckled. “You’re not gonna clean off that extra stuff on your feet, are you?”

“Oh no, I really like the way it feels and smells! Like menthol on your feet!” said Lupo as he presented his soles and wiggled all ten of his toes in the foxes’ faces.

“I’m sensing a déjà vu here,” said Fix as he and his brother put their shoes back on. “After you get redressed, let’s experience this food truck festival for real. Maybe Oma Eusebia will be selling some goodies there.”

“But don’t steal all of her famous cakes at once,” said Foxi, playfully wiggling a finger.

“Oh, all right,” sighed Lupo as he started to put his clothes, socks, and shoes back on.

“Don’t forget our promise to bring Uncle Fax some extra souvlaki,” said Fix as the three of them strolled back towards the festival with Lupo wearing his elephant charm as a necklace. “You know how much he loves that grilled marinated lamb on a skewer.”

The End