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

A Foxy Fascination

It was a slightly chilly Friday in October 1992. Candle Gap was a small, sleepy eastern Tennessee town nestled between rolling hills in the Cumberland Plateau, not far from Interstate 75 and the Kentucky border. The local elementary school had an early release day, and as the final bell rang, many students, anthros and humans alike, excitedly hurried out of the building to start off a refreshing weekend. One of these students was ten-year-old Tod Keebler, a red fox boy wearing a pink and green sweatshirt with an abstract design, skinny blue jeans slightly cuffed at the ankles, and blue and yellow Asics Gel Lyte III sneakers. He walked down the front steps and across the dry brown grass to the bicycle rack, where his friends Copper Strathmore and Henry Messerschmidt were waiting. Copper was a bloodhound mix boy wearing a light blue button-down shirt, khaki pants, and light brown Timberland boots, and Henry was a brown-haired human boy with a short curtain haircut, wearing an oversized maroon short-sleeve sweatshirt, red pants, and original white Converse Chuck Taylor sneakers.

“Hey guys!” greeted Tod.

“Heya Tod!” replied Copper.

“What’s up, rad man?” Henry chimed in, giving Tod a pat on the shoulder.

“Whew, that math test took a looooooong time,” said Tod.

“Yeah, totally,” said Copper. “Almost feels like we fifth-graders are pushin’ it to the limit.”

Tod grabbed his bicycle. “Hey, you’ve only gotta do what the test wants you to do.”

“I knew a classmate from last year who had half of his math test invalidated for not showing his work on paper,” said Henry.

“Get real!” exclaimed Tod, laughing. “Did those include answers he marked correct?”

“Sure did. Matter of fact, his teacher got into hot water with the school board just from that one incident. She’s teaching at a different school now.”

“Glad my teacher lets us use calculators.”

“Hey, y’all wanna grab some lunch somewhere since it’s early release day?” asked Copper.

“Course I do,” replied Tod. “I’m sure Hot ’N’ Now must be calling our names.”

“All right!” said Henry.

The boys rode their bikes toward the center of town and soon enough reached the Hot ’N’ Now. Its busy drive-thru lane surrounded a tall, angular two-tone white and blue building with a red roof that slanted in the front. Parking their bicycles outside, the trio stepped into the building and perused the menu for a bit. The aroma of fresh hamburgers and French fries was enough to make any hungry kid’s mouth water.

“Hello boys,” greeted a smiling young dark-haired human cashier lady with ruby red lips. “Out of school early today?”

“That’s right,” said Tod. “And what better way to kick off the weekend with a juicy burger.”

“Well, you found the perfect spot for that,” replied the cashier, chuckling. “Anyways, what can I get for you, darlin’?”

The fox thought for a second. “I’ll take a plain double cheeseburger with fries and a medium Pepsi.”

Copper gave his order next. “I’d like an olive burger with fries and a medium sweet tea, please.”

Henry went last. “Give me one of your double cheeseburgers, hold the onions, and can I substitute cheese taters for my side?”

“Yes sir,” said the cashier. “Anything to drink?”

“Mountain Dew, please.”

“Okay, and will y’all be eatin’ in today?”

“Yes’m,” said Copper.

“Everything’s on me,” said Tod.

“Thanks dude,” said Henry.

After Tod paid for lunch, he and his friends took their drinks and grabbed a table. He opened his straw at one end, aimed it at Henry, and blew off the paper towards him. About two minutes later, their food arrived, and they ate slowly as they enjoyed their friendly conversation. Meanwhile, a tall, slender, light blue donkey man entered the restaurant, wearing a black suit with a red tie and matching black loafers. After he placed his order and sat down at another table in view of the boys, he overheard their chatter and glanced toward them, his eyes ultimately fixed on Tod. He checked the watch on his left wrist for a few seconds before he heard the fox boy let out a happy giggle, which instantly gave him goosebumps. Not wanting to raise any suspicion from the boys, he flipped open his MicroTAC cell phone and dialed a number.

“Hi hon,” he said. “I’m good, how ‘bout you? Oh, it’s just been a hectic Friday. There’s a massive data breach going on with several of our customers’ tax and revenue data in parts of central Tennessee and southeastern Kentucky, and the whole bank’s working to resolve it. How’re the girls? What’s that? Oh my, I almost forgot that Mary Claire’s having her lacrosse match tomorrow afternoon. Tell her I’m looking forward to seeing her p—” The sound of Tod’s infectious laughter startled the donkey before he was able to finish his sentence. “Huh? Y-yeah, I’m okay. Well, I don’t wanna keep you from going on to your day, and — oop, here comes my food. Gotta go, love you honey. Bye.”

“That’s strange,” said Copper.

“What?” asked Tod.

“Ya don’t see a lotta city folks here.”

“Sure you do. We have plenty of out-of-towners who visit Candle Gap.”

“But that feller over there’s dressed like he’s goin’ to wo—”

“Hey Copper, don’t say that out loud,” whispered Tod. “He’s probably minding his own business.” Out of the corner of his eye, as he sipped his drink, he noticed the donkey man gazing at him, but said nothing.

Henry checked his watch and stood up. “1:20? Shoot, I’ve gotta head home. My dad’s taking me and my brother to play paintball with Boomer.”

Copper stood up as well. “And I’ve gotta watch my neighbor’s dog.”

“I sure as heck wish you guys could stick around for a little longer,” said Tod, “but I understand that we all have other people in our lives.”

“We’ll see you at church on Sunday,” said Copper.

“You bet! Take it easy, dudes.”

Once his friends were out of sight, the fox boy once again noticed the donkey’s eyes glancing to the side towards him. In return, he turned toward the businessman with his head cocked to the side, swished his bushy fox tail slightly, and gave a coy smile. The donkey quickly turned his eyes back to his lunch, taking a deep breath and trying to focus his mind on the rest of his work day. He checked his wristwatch once again after he finished eating, then tipped five dollars on the table, grabbed his briefcase, and stood up to exit the restaurant. Tod quickly went back to the fountain dispenser to refill his soda before heading out. Just as the donkey was about to unlock his white Cadillac Allante convertible, Tod hurried up to him.

“Hey, you!” called the fox. “Sir! Excuse me!”

The donkey jumped and dropped his briefcase, causing it to burst open with papers and folders scattered on the ground. “Oh no! My papers! My—”

“Allow me.” Tod quickly gathered everything up and put it back in the briefcase, making sure to secure each lock. “Here you go sir. Luckily there’s no wind to blow all this stuff away.”

“Why thanks, I really appreciate—” At this moment, the donkey realized who it was assisting him with his belongings. “…it.”

“Golly,” said Tod as he sipped his drink. “You should be more careful with that little briefcase of yours.”

“Heh, yeah, I guess.”

Tod narrowed one eye and smirked. “Got an excuse as to why you found yourself ogling me during your lunch?”

“O-o-o-ogling you?” stammered the donkey. “But I’d never ever do that to anyone.”

“You just did a few minutes ago. Tell me now, big boy.”

The donkey mouthed those words: big boy. Was this kid trying to lead him on?

“You’re one busy man,” said Tod, walking in a circle around the donkey and swishing his tail. “Got a high-paying job, presumably something…in the world of finance. Money, money, money. And a Cadillac. And a wife and at least two daughters. So tell me, and be one hundred percent honest with me. What’s your situation?”

“Well…” began the donkey, swallowing nervously and looking around to ensure no one else was within earshot.

“Yeeeeees?”

“You’re right that I have two girls. You must have eavesdropped on my phone call in the restaurant earlier.”

“As clear as day.”

“And I’ve…always reminisced about all the many memories I had as a young boy. I want to relive those memories someday.”

“So you wanna feel like a kid again,” said Tod.

“A kid at heart, yes,” said the donkey. “And I’d always wanted a son after having my daughters, but my wife doesn’t want any more kids unfortunately.”

“Hmm. I can tell you have more to spill.”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you find attractive in me specifically?”

A gnat flew close to the donkey’s ear before the latter swatted it away with his hand. “If I take a good look at you, I can see that you have a perfect able-bodied figure, a youthful foxy face that’s hard to resist…”

Tod giggled.

“And your sweet young voice makes my heart flutter like crazy,” said the donkey.

“Oh, stop!” said Tod, blushing and smiling cutely.

“H-how old are you, anyway?”

“Ten years young,” said Tod, snapping his fingers.

“In my early thirties myself. Got a name?”

“My name’s Tod Keebler. That’s Tod with one D.”

“Pleasure to meet cha, Tod. Bennington Sims at your service. Call me Benny for short.” Just then, Benny heard a faint chime coming from his pants. “Whoops, that’s my beeper. Gotta head back to work in Knoxville.”

Tod grabbed his bicycle. “I could use a lift home if you don’t mind. Can my bike fit in your trunk easily?”

“Certainly, how far away is your place?” asked Benny as he opened the trunk of the car and helped the fox place the bike inside.

“Not too terribly far, just in the hills. I’ll play co-pilot and give you directions along the way.”

Benny closed the trunk and unlocked the convertible, and Tod opened the passenger side door to get in the front seat before closing the door.

“Red interior, fancy!” said the fox boy as Benny stepped into the driver’s seat. “And these leather seats are so plush!”

“Ever been in a Caddy before?” asked Benny.

Tod buckled his seat belt. “Not an Allante, at least. I will say I rode in a Cadillac limo once to a friend’s party.”

“Nice, very nice.” The donkey man started the car, put it in gear, and pulled out of the Hot ’N’ Now parking lot. The drive took the two of them through town, across a bridge over a creek with a waterfall, and into the hills. They soon turned into Tod’s driveway, pulling up in front of a large Country French style house with an arched wooden door.

“Well, here’s my cottage,” said Tod.

“Wish I could step inside and take a breather,” said Benny as he put the car in park. “But I have to put business before pleasure and catch up on — hey, what the—”

Tod used this opportunity to yank the keys out of the ignition and put them in his back pocket.

“W-w-what are you doing?” asked Benny as he started to sweat. “I need those to drive back!”

“You said you needed to take a load off indoors,” replied Tod, unbuckling his seat belt. “So why don’t we do that now, sir?”

“But…the office…”

“Tuh! Big deal. They’re more concerned about their daily work tasks than their fellow coworkers’ attendance. They won’t mind.”

“Are you sure? How would you know?”

Tod opened the passenger door, about to step out. “Come on! I just know. Besides, I’m a fox!”

“What about your folks?”

“They’re up in Lexington, they won’t be back till dinnertime.”

Attracted to the fox’s playful and crafty personality, Benny shrugged and exited the car as well. Tod used the keyless entry remote to lock the doors before he and his much older donkey friend made their way to the front door. Once it was unlocked, they stepped into a charming foyer with a curvy wooden staircase. The comfortable heat passed through the whole house, giving Tod and Benny a much-needed break from the chilly weather outside.

“Wow, I was expecting a lot less,” said Benny, closing the door behind him. “It’s like stepping into a classic fairy tale.”

Tod giggled. “Especially all those old Disney movies. I knew this kinda house would catch your eye. I live here with my mom, dad, and grandma.”

“Any siblings?”

“I’m an only child, Benny. And proud of it. Now you wait here while I take my bike down to the basement.”

“O-okay then.”

After Tod placed his bicycle in the basement, he went back up and took Benny by the wrist, dragging him upstairs excitedly. “Let’s play!”

“Oh, b-but I thought we were just relaxing!” said Benny, his heart beating a bit faster.

“You said a while ago that you wanted to revisit memories from your childhood,” said the fox as he took the donkey down the hall to his door, flinging it open.

Tod’s bedroom was spacious. It was a good bit messy as expected from a cute preteen boy like himself, but luckily not a total pigsty. The walls were painted dark green and a warm cream color. Pictures and trophies lined the top of his bookshelves filled with yearbooks, novels, computer games, and videotapes. Next to the closet was a long desk with one end serving as a space where Tod would do his homework if any was assigned, and on the other end sat a Macintosh desktop computer and a cassette player. A TV was angled in the corner by the window, with a VCR and a Sega Genesis plugged into it. A golden yellow comforter and fluffy pillows adorned the full-size bed. The view outside the window overlooked the deck, the backyard, and the screened-in swimming pool, with the mountains in the background, loads of vivid fall foliage, and a glimpse of downtown Candle Gap in the valley below.

“You must be one of the luckiest kids to have a view such as this one,” said Benny.

“That’s a must-have for someone living near the Great Smokies,” said Tod, who then playfully pushed the donkey man onto the bed. “C’mon, pop a squat, will ya?”

“Whoa, hehe!” laughed Benny. “Don’t get my suit all crinkly, my wife just ironed it early this morning, you know.”

“Not to worry, we both have the weekend off anyway,” said Tod as he nudged the back of his right shoe with the toe of his left shoe and kicked it off to the side, then did the same for the other shoe.

Benny sniffed the air. “Phew! A bit cheesy in here, no?”

“Not too cheesy to me.” Tod climbed onto the bed and began to undress Benny’s top half, starting with his tuxedo jacket.

“Oooh, goodness me, I never thought I’d be hanging out with a young fox boy in his cozy bedroom,” said Benny with a nervous laugh as the fox loosened his tie and chucked it away.

The fox boy took off his sweatshirt and plain white t-shirt, exposing his slender chest and nipples, then took one of his tapes and inserted it into the cassette player before pushing play. However, nothing played out of the speakers.

“Whoops!” said Tod with a chuckle. “Gotta rewind!”

After he pressed the rewind button, he immediately leapt back onto the bed and sat with his heels on Benny’s chest, allowing the latter to gaze deeply into the former’s dirty white socks with black toes and heels, with two cushioned stripes along the arch of each sock.

“And to kill some time, wanna get a goooood whiff of these big ol’ stinky socks?” asked Tod, folding his arms with a smug look on his face.

The donkey man couldn’t help but admire the picture-perfect outline of those socked feet, with round heels, curved arches, meaty balls, and prominent big toes followed by four smaller bumps on each foot. He had no choice but to give in to the fox boy’s request, taking several big sniffs of the socks and cooing as he exhaled. He started to feel funny in his crotch when his mind became clouded with thoughts about what Tod’s bare feet might look like.

“Uh, Tod?” he asked.

“Yeah, what is it, sexy?” asked Tod. “Just admit it, you have a fetish for young boys’ feet.”

Good God, this kid is way more lewd than I thought he would be, thought Benny. “N-no I don’t, just ladies’ feet, never anyone…young!”

“Now now, you’re clearly trying to play innocent with me. One little lie after another, becoming just as sly as the average fox. Let’s see if you can resist me with my socks off!”

Benny had no time to ask another question as each stinky, worn sock lightly hit his face, having just been removed as well.

“Want some fresh foxy feet?” asked Tod as he presented his big bare soles, wiggling all ten of his plump toes.

“W-whoa…” uttered Benny as his erection grew even bigger in his pants. He reached over to feel Tod’s tootsies with his hands, instantly surprised by the exquisite smoothness of the fox boy’s skin combined with the large size of his feet. As he stroked the heels, arches, balls, and toes, he felt a moderate amount of sock lint that accumulated on the balls and between the toes. The donkey’s nostrils caught the smell, which was now even stronger than when the socks were still on.

“Oooooh yeah,” cooed Tod. “Keep it going, dirty donkey.”

“Anything for you Tod,” said Benny as he kept massaging, this time focusing more on the smooth tops, toenails, and ankles. “Never knew you’d be so fun to be around.”

“It’s about to get a lot more fun from here on out. Oh, where were we? Let’s get that stuffy old dress shirt off of ya.”

As soon as that white dress shirt was removed and the donkey’s slender torso and slightly hairy bare chest and nipples were exposed, Tod pulled out a pair of plastic handcuffs from behind his back and quickly secured them on Benny’s wrists, cuffing him to the headboard.

“Whoa, are you nuts?” asked the donkey, even more nervous than before.

“Mellow out Benny, just a little playtime is all,” said Tod who then thought of a silly idea. He moseyed over to Benny’s large black cell phone, raised its antenna, and fiddled with the controls, ultimately coming across a menu with pre-programmed numbers. One such listing read “Office Of Benny Sims”.

“Wait…what’s happening?” asked Benny with slight suspicion.

Tod pressed the select button on the phone, speed-dialing the office. “Why don’t we let the fellas at the office know you’re taking the rest of this gorgeous Friday off?”

“OH NO, DON’T!” cried Benny, wiggling around on the bed. “No, no, noooooo! Please! PLEASE don’t get me fired!”

“Relax,” replied Tod, placing his right foot on Benny’s mouth. “Relaaaaaax. As I said before, they’ll be absolutely peachy with you calling out of work.”

Secretly aroused by this unexpected foreplay, Benny used his tongue to give Tod’s brown sole and toes some playful licks, making the fox boy giggle happily and fondle the donkey’s bulge with his left foot as the line kept ringing.

“Good afternoon, Benny Sims’ office,” answered Benny’s secretary Tessa on the other line.

“Hi, good afternoon ma’am,” replied Tod. “Is Mr. Sims in the office by any chance?”

“No, he’s not in the office at the moment.”

“Hmm, that’s quite odd, it’s 2:45. Isn’t he usually back from lunch by now? I hope he’s feeling alright.”

“I can leave a message for Mr. Sims if you wish. May I ask who’s calling?”

Tod thought for a second. “That doesn’t concern you, ma’am. I’ve been trying to contact him for days but he hasn’t answered my pages. If you don’t mind, could you put me on the line with his manager? This is a situation of the utmost importance.”

“Sure, one moment please,” replied Tessa.

“MMMPH!” yelled Benny, still muffled by Tod’s foot on his mouth.

“Shhhhh,” shushed Tod, covering the mouthpiece with his hand and taking his right foot off of Benny’s mouth. “Perhaps you want me to page your wife too?”

Benny frantically shook his head no.

“Then be a good boy for me,” said Tod with a coy grin. “And don’t make a jackass of yourself. Pun intended.”

The donkey man sucked on each of Tod’s toes, moaning in the process. After a few seconds, another voice picked up the phone. This time it was Jeff, the secretary of Benny’s boss. “Good afternoon, Norman Vidal’s office.”

“Hello, is Mr. Vidal available, please?” asked Tod. “Mr. Benny Sims is trying to get through.”

“Certainly.” Jeff put his phone on hold and turned on his intercom. “Norman, you have a call waiting on line three.”

“Alright, thank you Jeff,” replied Norman, a portly woodchuck man in a navy sport coat with a Hawaiian shirt underneath, who then pressed a button and picked up his desk phone. “Yes?”

Back at the house, Tod had pulled Benny’s loafers and dress socks off, revealing a large, shapely pair of light blue human-like feet with five toes on each foot, decreasing neatly in size from the big toe just like the fox’s own bare feet. This adrenaline-rushing experience of being seduced by a kid combined with this awkward phone call filled the donkey with intense lust and excitement as he breathed heavily and shivered like crazy. Tod propped the MicroTAC against Benny’s ear before his superior answered the phone.

“Norman, Benny Sims here,” said the donkey as the fox boy used both feet to play with his boner, leaving a spot of precum on the crotch of his pants.

“Good afternoon Benny, whatcha need buddy?” asked Norman.

Benny thought quickly of a good excuse as he spoke. “Uh, yes, listen, I just wanted — no, I was just calling to inform you that I’ll be taking the rest of the day off.”

Norman raised an eyebrow. “You’re…not coming back to Knoxville?…”

“No sir, I’m afraid not.”

“Is something wrong? You’re not hurt, are you?”

“Oh no, it’s just…a few people in Candle Gap were trying to pull me in to complete some odd jobs and have them inquire about positions with our company, so I got a bit…sidetracked, that’s all.”

Tod nodded yes and gave Benny two thumbs up as a sign of approval, then brushed his black fox nose side to side, Eskimo-kissing his friend’s donkey nose.

“Well, we sure do miss your charisma today,” said Norman.

“Oh, you’re so kind Norman,” said Benny. “Here’s hoping I’ll have a fresh batch of new requests this coming Monday.”

“We’ll just have to see what lies ahead for our company by then. You have a nice relaxing weekend now.”

“Likewise, I’ll see you next week. Bye!”

Tod took the phone, dried his feet off with his white t-shirt, and undid the handcuffs after the call ended. “There, see? Told you everything would turn out peachy. Would you like anything to drink?”

“Water’s fine.”

“I’ll be right back, okay?” Tod went into the closet in the jack-and-jill bathroom connecting his room and the guest room, then came back with two bottled waters, one for Benny and one for himself. “Here you go.”

“Thanks Tod,” said Benny as he took his water.

“My pleasure,” said Tod, opening his own water and taking a swig.

“Mmm, you’re such a frisky boy,” said Benny as he rubbed his wrists, a bit sore from the handcuffs.

Tod then broke into his exquisite singing voice. “Frisky and foxy ‘cause I looooooooove youuuuuuu!”

“Color me impressed! I knew that your voice in general is as sweet as a lollipop, but I almost didn’t expect you to be such a talented singer.”

“Oh, believe me,” said Tod. “I’ve been singing since I was four years old. I even sang the National Anthem at a few local sports events.”

“That’s quite an honor for someone your age,” said Benny as he took a sip of his water. “Do you record yourself singing?”

“Yep, I have a few tapes of myself singing and playing the instrumental parts to some songs that I wrote.” Tod stood up and put a tape into the cassette player, double-checking to make sure it was fully rewound before pressing play. “This particular ditty is called ‘Hands And Feet’.”

Upon hearing the song’s name, Benny’s penis twitched in his pants again. Tod noticed this and climbed back onto the bed, facing the donkey. The song had an uplifting, mid-tempo feel complete with a Drumulator drum machine, a lot of Yamaha DX7 synthesizer sounds including its famous bass and harmonica patches, and of course Tod’s strong, perfectly-pitched vocals. The fox brought his face up close to the donkey’s, swaying his shoulders to the beat and looking into Benny’s eyes with a precious smile and a giggle. He then stroked his hands on Benny’s cheeks and kissed him on the lips, and Benny in return brushed his fingers along the tuft of red fur on Tod’s head and lovingly scratched the back of his prominent, black-tipped fox ears. Next, Tod scooted back and adjusted his legs so that his big sexy soles were showing, and he displayed the palms of his shapely hands and curled his fingers to resemble a wild animal’s claws, showing off his neatly trimmed, natural, human-like fingernails. At the same time, he made his reddish-brown tootsies dance around as he wiggled his plump toes.

“So many things I can do with my hands and feet!” sang Tod as he unzipped Benny’s pants and slid them off along with his underwear. Low and behold, the fox’s eyes widened at a light blue, man-sized, fully erect, circumcised penis, and Benny chuckled as he made it twitch. In a matter of seconds, all ten of Tod’s toes tickled the tip of the penis.

“Oooooh gosh,” said Benny. “You’re eager as can be.”

“You must have been dreaming for some time about spicing up your ordinary life as a husband and father,” said Tod, rhythmically rubbing his smooth young feet on Benny’s pee pee. “Sure, the eastern portion of Tennessee might not have the biggest of cities in this country, but today, in this tucked-away small town, you got lucky big time. Isn’t this the absolute greatest feeling, getting your pee pee touched and stroked by the bare feet of someone young?”

“Mmm-hmm, so taboo yet so adorable. Even better that you’re doing this with skinny jeans on.”

Tod gently glided his smooth, human-like toenails along the head and shaft of Benny’s penis. “Makes your eyes focus more on the feet. Hey, I just came up with a fantasy that we might try one of these days. Wanna hear it? It’s gonna make your pee pee feel good.”

“Mmmm, I wanna hear,” said Benny.

“Goody!” Tod crossed his feet at the ankles, lightly playing with the donkey’s penis with the ball and toes of his right foot while fondling the testicles with his left foot from time to time. “There’s a spot next to a fence on a field outside of town where I sometimes go after school. Sometimes my friends and I will meet up there, and we’ll hold stone-skipping competitions at the nearby watering hole or read the latest comic books we purchased, for example. Other times, it’s just little old me, and I’ll strip down to my jeans or underwear, or even go completely naked, and let the fresh air cool me off. If you were there with me, I’d take you to that same watering hole and we’d go skinny dipping together.”

“How would you say the water would feel on our bodies?” asked Benny as he leaked more precum.

“When you first jump in, your body temperature instantly reacts to the cool water, and you’ll have an invigorating sensation on your penis and balls. After a minute though, you’ll start to feel serene as your skin gets used to the water.”

Benny’s pee pee twitched at Tod’s arousing description. “What else could happen while we’re there?”

“Oh, I might bring some bath toys of my own, maybe something that’ll blow a nice cold jet of water on your pee pee to make it bigger and harder. And I’d most likely touch your pee pee with my feet as I swim.”

“And…hehe…nnngh…will you make semen come out of my penis in the process?”

“Yep. Either in the water or after we’ve gotten out and dried.”

“With your feet?”

“Yep!”

“I do wonder, do you have any other friends who I should meet one day?”

“My friend Copper is a hound dog and a true country boy. And yes, he has human feet, and boy are they large and shapely. His big toes are very prominent compared to all his other little toes. If you get to know him well and ask nicely, he just might use his feet to do the same thing I’m doing. In fact, I saved a little photo of him.” As Tod continued rubbing Benny off, he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and showed him a Polaroid photograph of Copper sitting on an old bench, wearing a partially unbuttoned long-sleeve shirt baring his chest, along with a pair of patched-up slender jeans secured by a brown belt with a buckle shaped like a teddy bear’s head, showing off the soles of his man-sized white feet. “Look as much as ya want.”

Benny gazed at the picture. “Wow, he looks so cute, and…ah…aaaah…his feet…” And just like that, at least six streams of semen squirted straight out of his penis onto Tod’s feet.

“Gee willikers!” exclaimed the fox boy. “My stinky feet must have ordered extra donkey sauce!”

“Oh Tod,” said Benny, catching his breath and recovering from his orgasm. “I’ve never been that pent up in a long time.”

“Well, are you gonna clean this gooey mess up, Benny? It ain’t gonna clean itself up.”

“Actually, I know a much better function for it.”

Tod raised his eyebrows. “Really, what’s that?”

Benny rubbed his palms together and absorbed the semen by stroking the entirety of Tod’s feet and toes, finishing off by giving the soles a little tickle with his fingers, driving the fox to laughter from the sensation.

“Coochie coochie coo, cutie foxy boy!” said the donkey.

“Stop it, stohohohop!” giggled Tod, slightly kicking his legs.

“What’s the magic word, silly?”

“Pleaheaheaheaheahease!”

Benny stopped tickling, allowing Tod to catch his breath. “You noticed how I rubbed my semen all over your feet?”

“I think it would make an effective, shiny foot lotion,” said Tod.

“You bet it would,” said Benny. “I guess you’d like a turn with my big feet too?”

Tod kneaded the donkey’s soles with his hands. “It’s only fair.”

Benny leaned back against the pillows as Tod kept rubbing the balls and toes before working his way down to the arches and heels. Then he put his soles up against the donkey’s, stroking them up and down that way. The skin on Benny’s soles was a tiny bit rough from being barefoot for a while, but still smooth enough to make them satisfying to the touch.

“I’ve gotten many great foot massages at several highly-rated spas in Tennessee,” said Benny, “but yours is a cut above the rest.”

“Thanks Benny, how sweet,” replied Tod.

“How on Earth did you get so good at this?”

Tod handed Benny a business card to a local video store. “I bought an instructional videotape from Coconuts Music & Movies on pedicures and foot massages.”

“Gotta love video stores and their massive selections. Shouldn’t you have just rented that tape?”

“Psh!” laughed Tod. “Why rent a tape when you can just buy one and treasure it forever?”

“Hm, you’re right,” said Benny. “Forget I even asked.”

“Now where was I?” wondered Tod. “Oh, right!” As a boner grew in his jeans, he took a deep sniff of the donkey man’s large slender feet, which smelled like fine leather and cotton with a subtle vinegary hint. Next, he nibbled all ten of the toes with his teeth, sending Benny into giggles. To keep the laughter going, he swiftly licked the heels before doing the same with the arches and balls. He used a worn t-shirt to dry his friend’s feet off, then brought up his own spin on a classic little toe rhyme.

“This little piggy went to Kroger’s and bought three weeks’ worth of groceries,” said Tod, wiggling Benny’s big toe with his fingers before doing the same with each following toe, “this little piggy stayed home and binge-watched soapy General Hospital episodes, this little piggy had leftover Crock-Pot roast beef from a potluck lunch, this little piggy had bupkis, and THIS little piggy had no other option but to go WEE-WEE-WEE-WEE-WEE in the midst of a massive tantrum while buckled in his car seat, kicking the back of the driver’s seat of his family’s Toyota Previa all the way home from his older brother’s fencing practice!”

Benny doubled over in a huge fit of laughter from Tod’s hilarious reimagining of each piggy’s circumstances. “Tod, that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all month! I wouldn’t be surprised if you were the class clown at school.”

“Well, I just choose to be the class clown at an appropriate time,” said Tod as he undid his jeans and slid them off his legs, revealing his tighty whities with Felix the Cat on them. “After all, laughter is the best medicine.”

“Oooh, do I see your pee pee poking up in those adorable undies?” asked Benny as he poked a finger on Tod’s bulge. “I bet it wants feet.”

“Get ready to see this fox boy au naturel!” said Tod enthusiastically as he ditched his underwear to reveal his erect circumcised penis.

“Good garden of peas, you’re packin’!” said Benny.

Tod posed in his naked body. “A boy’s always gotta know that his pee pee is an important part of his body. Part of being a fox means that your arms and legs look like you’re wearing dark reddish-brown gloves and socks. But I tell everyone, ‘Those aren’t gloves and socks! They’re my hands and feet!’ My perfect physique is because I’m the youngest member of the local gym. And speaking of members, I’m all ready for my penis to perform the final phase of your much-needed foot massage.”

“Switch places?” asked Benny.

“Good idea,” said Tod as he took Benny’s place, leaning against the pillows with his hands behind his head. To start, Benny lowered his soles onto Tod’s penis and gently rubbed it up and down, up and down, making the fox shiver in pleasure.

“How are you feeling there bud?” asked the donkey.

“Lovin’ this, please don’t stop.”

“Here, I know a better method for this. Maybe you have full control and I keep my feet still as you hump them, since you’re shorter than me.”

“Do you mind if I kneel?” asked Tod.

“If you’re not too worried about your legs falling asleep, then knock yourself out,” said Benny.

“I’ll go with it.” And with that, the fox boy knelt in front of the donkey’s soles and slowly humped his pee pee on them, panting a little and swishing his tail as the minutes passed. He soon found himself thrusting his hips harder at a moderate pace, grunting with every other thrust.

“How does it compare to when you laid upright?” asked Benny.

“Hmm, can’t say,” said Tod. “Although doing the humping myself is always a pleasure, since it’s just like masturbating on my bed sheets while I look at pictures of some of my anthropomorphic animal friends’ humanized feet.”

“Feeling close to your orgasm yet?”

“I’m, I’m about to, I’m gonna…cuuuuuuum!” With that last word, Tod did in fact cum, and his abundant load of white semen landed on the soles of Benny’s feet and part of the bedspread. Once the last drop oozed out of his penis, he played with a glob of semen with his index finger. “Doesn’t feel too gooey on your feet, does it?”

“I definitely don’t wanna stain my socks with it when I put them back on,” said Benny. “You could wipe it clean with a Kleenex or—”

Tod’s hands got to work again, this time applying the semen to those light blue feet as if it were lotion, just like what his new friend did earlier. “There, your feet should feel more confident than ever before.”

“You know Tod,” said Benny as he took a deep breath in relaxation, “ever since I moved here last year to raise my daughters and be close to my mother’s family, I had worried that life would become rather humdrum. But today, my whole life changed when I first laid eyes on the cutest, friendliest, foxiest boy around.”

“Oh Benny, you’ve got me tickled pink!” giggled Tod, blushing and kissing Benny on the cheek. “Wanna relax some more? You can use my tail as a blanket if ya want.”

“That’s a really nice idea, your tail looks so fluffy.”

“After that, we can clean up and get dressed, and we can go back downtown. We have a famous, old-fashioned ice cream parlor where I can take you that serves all the classics, including sundaes. People drive all the way to Candle Gap just to visit that place.”

“Mmmmm, you’re making my mouth water,” said Benny, licking his lips. “Seriously, how do you know so much about things at age ten?”

“To put it briefly,” said Tod with a wink, “I’m a fox!”

And the two laughed away as they cuddled with each other, with Benny stroking Tod’s head and feeling the super comfortable warmth from his fluffy tail and the smooth skin of his naked fox body. For the donkey businessman, this was just the beginning of many more trips to Candle Gap to play some more with his favorite young fox boy. A fox in more ways than one.

The End