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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.

Danny Stays On His Toes

It was the day of the annual track and field games in the peaceful, woodsy village of Cedar Haven, Colorado. Many of the animal children prepared immensely for this event, which featured several old favorite games and competitions, plus some brand new ones. Jeff McKendrick, a red squirrel boy, was particularly excited to participate, so much that he exercised and stretched for at least an hour and a half in his bedroom the night before. He and his crush, a mouse girl named Naomi Tewksbury, had actually started their exercise regime two weeks in advance, keeping track of their daily numbers of steps taken, the number of reps per type of exercise, and so on. Among the other contestants were Achille Bricaud, a slightly chubby wild boar boy who entered the competition in hopes of losing a good bit of weight; Gladys Johnson, a brown bear girl with a large appetite; nerdy fraternal twin rabbits Martin and Zoe Rosenberg; and Danny Hostetler, a fox boy who was the eldest of his classmates and an accomplished joker, but was easily nervous. Already the morning was pretty active for Danny and his family, as he woke up earlier than usual, showered, and got dressed in an off-white tank top over a mint green t-shirt, burgundy pants, and brown sneakers before stepping outside to do his warm-up stretches. His mother Meryl was in the kitchen preparing a big breakfast of French toast with powdered sugar and a side of crispy bacon and stone-ground cheddar grits, and his toddler brother Didou was sitting on the living room floor and watching Balamory on TV.

“Not too hot and not too cold,” said Danny as he held a crane stance. “Just the perfect breeze for a cool, fresh Friday dedicated to competition. As far as the prizes? Bragging rights for sure, but Old Oak might have some more up his sleeve.”

“Danny!” called Meryl from the kitchen window. “Breakfast is ready!”

Danny sniffed the air. “Yes! French toast!” He then hurried inside, poured himself a glass of apple juice, and took a seat at the kitchen table, putting his napkin in his lap. Meryl placed two plates of food on the table, one for herself and one for her eldest son, then placed a small bowl of grits on the tray of Didou’s highchair.

“You must have been waiting for this day more than ever,” said Meryl.

“Are you kidding?” replied Danny as he started eating. “I got up way before all of my friends usually do. I heard that this year’s field day will have just as much activities as the one from last year did, if not more. Plus, Dad’s traveling back home today from his latest tour. I sure hope he’ll be able to watch me compete.”

Meryl chuckled. “Slow down there, Danny.”

“Sorry Mom, I’m just being optimistic.”

“Your dad actually called earlier and said that he’s been in bumper-to-bumper traffic on the freeway coming here, and that it would take at least a couple hours before it clears up.”

Danny sighed. “Oh dear, I wish it were sooner than that. But on the bright side, I’d better prepare myself to show Jeff who’s boss on that huge obstacle course!”

“Now honey, you know it’s not considered good etiquette to brag,” said Meryl, sipping her coffee.

“I know, it’s just that he and I share a few things in common…well, maybe one or two things.”

“I get that you’re friends, but this day’s all about having fun.”

Danny fed Didou a spoonful of grits and showed his mother a flyer for the event. “I did hear Old Oak say clearly a few weeks ago that it was a competition. And there are medals and prizes for the top three champions.”

Meryl shrugged. “I rest my case.”

After breakfast, Danny exercised a bit more in his bedroom, this time doing sit-ups and bicep/tricep curls with dumbbells. When he noticed Jeff, Naomi, and Achille walking down the dirt road past his house, he put on his backpack, grabbed a large water jug filled with ice cold blue Powerade, and headed toward the front door.

“Didou play with Roudoudou now!” said Didou, waddling towards his brother.

“No no no,” replied Danny, smiling and waving a finger. “Roudoudou has to go to field day. Mommy will still be here, don’t you worry.”

“Didou no stay here! DIDOU NO STAAAAAY!”

Danny gave his baby brother a hug. “You’ll watch me run around outside today. Mommy’s gonna give you a bath and then take you later today when everyone comes. Bye bye, Didou.”

“Bye Danny, I’ll see you soon!” said Meryl.

“Bye Mom!” replied Danny, closing the door.

Didou’s jaw dropped as he watched his big brother leave without him. “DAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” he yelled, throwing a fit and hopping in place.

Back outside, Danny walked toward his friends while they waited. “Mornin’, my friends! Just the ideal day to be fast on your feet, no?”

“Yeah, no kidding,” said Achille. “I’m hoping they bring back the sack race and the archery competition.”

“As for me,” said Jeff, “I put together my own exercise regime with Naomi in this notebook. Over half the pages have been filled already, spanning weeks. Let’s see, yesterday’s steps summed up to 5,276…no, wait, was it 5,476…? For some strange reason, I entered it in the log too long after I finished, and now I can’t remember.”

“That’s it Jeff, time for a Fitbit,” said Danny, poking fun at the squirrel boy’s uncertainty. “I got my shiny turquoise one for my birthday.”

“Big deal, my cousin has five of those.”

“How do you know? I thought you told us he lives in a different state.”

Jeff, finding no other words at the moment, merely shrugged.

“Oh, I just feel so marvelous getting back into shape,” said Naomi, twirling around as she walked. “All that strolling in the forest, munching on those delectable cashew butter protein bars, doing at least one hundred push-ups and sit-ups each time.”

“I did twice as many this morning,” said Danny.

“Hold your horses Danny, there’s no need to get too cocky.”

“No, really, it’s a fact!”

“Are you saying that just for the event officials to grant you extra incentives?” asked Jeff.

Danny bit his lip.

“Jeff, I believe him,” said Naomi.

“Thanks Naomi,” replied Danny as the group crossed a rope bridge. “It’s this early in the morning and already Jeff’s trying to create some friction between me and him. I’ll take every chance possible to land in the top three in the standings. And I won’t take no for an answer.”

“Hey Danny, your shoe’s untied!” said Jeff, prompting Danny to look down and sway slightly back and forth on the bridge. “Just kidding! Scaredy-cat!”

“Am not!” retorted Danny.

“Are too!”

“Am not times infinity cubed!”

“Wow, Danny’s clever,” said Achille.

“See?” said Danny. “Nothing will stop me. Even after I had that nightmare where I was alone in the forest after midnight, seeing double and bumping into a clone of myself. All I have to do after I win the competition is relax the rest of the day away.”

The boar boy raised an eyebrow. “You sound like you have it way easy.”

“Oh no, not so fast. I still regularly do the majority of the household chores and have started to look after my little brother more often, since both my parents still work full-time jobs — my dad’s been away for the second time this month, but he’s supposed to come back today — and Didou’s nursery is being renovated.”

A bit further down the road, Martin and Zoe joined the group at a junction, followed by Gladys soon after. Near the fields and the center of the village, two anthropomorphic trees — Old Oak, a tall, wise oak tree with small red glasses, and his son Titan, a cherry tree — were gathering materials and files for them and the other event staff to utilize while the track and field games occurred.

“Well, my dear son,” said Old Oak, “the beginning of our field day is drawing near. Have you organized each contestant’s scoresheets in order of their last names?”

“Yes I have Dad, they’re right here,” said Titan.

Old Oak took the stack of papers. “Excellent, thank you very much. Now shall we get all these obstacles and sports equipment situated? We can’t have the fields looking like a wild storm blew through the whole place.”

Titan turned toward the field and gasped at the sight. “Oh no, the wind must have picked up a while ago and sent these hurdles toppling over! But that’s no problem, I’ll gladly be of assistance.”

About five minutes later, Jeff, Danny, and their friends arrived at the field, along with many other kids from the other side of Cedar Haven. While they unpacked their sports accessories and other belongings, a rumbling engine sound echoed through the trees.

“W-what’s that sound?” asked Gladys, a bit nervous. “I hope it’s not a feral tiger.”

Jeff chuckled. “Tigers don’t live in the wild in Colorado. Perhaps it’s a—”

Before the squirrel could finish his sentence, a black Suzuki VL 1500 Intruder motorcycle slowly rode along the dirt road past a community of treehouses before parking next to a delivery truck.

“Who’s that I wonder?” asked Achille.

“Who knows?” replied Jeff. “It’s not often that we see a motorcycle around these parts.”

The motorcyclist, wearing a black full-face helmet with a matching black visor, a long-sleeve pink shirt, khaki pants, and light purple shoes, turned off the engine and dismounted his bike. He opened the seat compartment and took out several bags when he noticed the kids walking toward him. “Hey kids, I came here earlier than I thought I would. Glad I could make it.”

“You must be one of the spotters or event officials,” said Danny.

“Oh, I’m more than just that,” said the motorcyclist, his identity still masked by his helmet. “Even more special.”

“What do you mean?” asked Jeff.

“I also came here to support…” The motorcyclist removed his helmet, revealing himself as a fox with neck-length blond hair, angling his head towards Danny and smiling. “…my very own hard-working son!”

Danny’s eyes popped open in surprise as he broke into a big grin. “DAD!” he cried, immediately throwing himself into his father’s arms as the two laughed and hugged.

“That’s one flashy motorcycle you have there, Joe,” said Jeff.

“Thanks Jeff,” said Joe. “I bought it as a gift to myself for a flawless performance in my latest show down in Santa Fe, New Mexico. It sure beats walking long distances with a wooden wheeled cart, which I’ll now use mainly to travel within Cedar Haven.”

“Oh Dad, I’m utterly relieved that you won’t miss any of the event after all!” said Danny.

“Where’s the rest of your acting troupe?” asked Achille.

Joe took out his trumpet and flute in their cases. “Their RV’s engine started overheating. As a result, they’re staying the night at a motel.”

“Ah, Joe, perfect timing!” said Old Oak as he and Titan walked up to the group. “Just the gentleman we need to serenade the occasion with your musical talent. If you children don’t mind, we’ll be gathering in the classroom with everyone else for briefing before we start the day with a flourish. Joe, I’ll have you come along with me for a minute.”

“Right away, Mr. Old Oak,” said Joe.

Once all the participating contestants took their seats at the desks in Old Oak’s outdoor classroom, the cuckoo clock above the blackboard sounded off, and Joe played a majestic fanfare on his trumpet as a prelude to the games. After that, Old Oak stood facing everyone with a microphone in front of him.

“Good morning, contestants and fellow residents,” he said. “It’s my pleasure to welcome you to the third annual Cedar Haven Youth Athletic Games. This is a day where all of you dear children have the burdens of school lifted off your backs and put your young bodies to the test. Each event in the games is categorized by the type of skillset it tests the most, including speed, strength, agility, and reflexes. Many of these will have you competing individually, but there are team-based events as well. At the close of the competition, we’ll hold an awards ceremony based on your performances. Now, does anyone have any inquiries before we give it our all today?”

Martin raised his hand. “Is water provided?”

“Of course,” said Old Oak. “Plenty of dispensers around the competition area for you to refill your containers if you wish.”

“How will our teams be formed?” asked Naomi, raising her hand.

“Well Naomi, I’d say whoever you’re most comfortable with would be a reasonable teammate.”

“That sounds fair, thank you sir.”

About ten minutes later, after a bit of mingling, everyone assembled their own teams. Jeff and Naomi were on the same team of course, and Danny, wanting to incite a strong sense of rivalry, formed his own team with Achille, Gladys, and a few other kids. The first event was a team-based relay race involving each competitor running fifty yards to a giant cone and back with a baton in his or her hand, then passing the baton to the next teammate. Next was the hundred-yard dash with three heats, where Danny sprinted as fast as he could, narrowly beating Jeff by a few inches during the last heat. He took a swig of Powerade and sat down to rest for a couple minutes when a chipmunk boy walked up to him.

“So Danny, you’re not worn out already, are ya?” he asked.

“Not even close, Eric,” said Danny.

Eric jogged in place. “Oh good, ‘cause we need ample strength for the shot put.”

“There’ll be five consecutive heats for each of us too.”

“FIVE HEATS?!” cried Eric. “They’d better not screw up like last time when they gave us balls of the wrong weight!”

“Pfff,” puffed Danny. “You worry too much. These balls are only a couple pounds lighter.”

“Says who?” asked Eric.

Suddenly, Old Oak’s voice crackled over the loudspeakers. “Alright contestants, the boys’ shot put will begin in two minutes. Be prepared to take your places.”

The fox boy soon took his place, ball in hand, and took a deep breath. The shot put breezed on through, just as he hoped it would. Some of the opposing team’s throws were slightly farther than his, but that didn’t matter as he kept his hopes up. Several events followed, testing both Danny’s strengths and weaknesses, and Jeff would wink at him every now and then. Much to the fox’s delight, his favorite was saved for last — the obstacle course.

“Whoa!” said Danny with stars in his eyes as he scanned the giant course. “This takes me all the way back to P.E. class at my old school in Rampart Ridge.”

Within minutes, all the kids took their places in line to start the obstacle course one at a time. In Danny’s case, he was behind Achille and in front of Jeff. He wiggled his toes inside his shoes and socks in anticipation for a smooth time trial.

“Oh Dannyyyy!” teased Jeff in a singsong voice as he took a glance at the fox boy’s large shoes.

“Jeff, please don’t ruin this for me,” said Danny.

“What about our little wager?”

“I have no recollection of you betting anything. I’m just here to play and have fun, and most importantly to win.”

Before Jeff could say anything else, the first few kids in line took off running at five-second intervals, and Danny hurriedly gulped down some more Powerade and placed his jug to the side with just enough time to head to the starting point. Three, two, one, and off he went like a bullet, running along a path lined with cones and cheering villagers.

“Go Danny!” cried Danny’s family. “You can do it!”

The fox boy vaulted himself over a set of hurdles and zipped through a slalom of inflatable tube men, then climbed a large vertical net up to a set of narrow balance beams. Danny lost his balance at one point but quickly readjusted without falling off. He then slid down a steep chute and carefully hopped across a set of mats over a pool of water, past a few unfortunate contestants who fell into the water. As the next section of the course wound through the forest, Danny looked back and noticed Jeff, being his squirrely self in both appearance and behavior, attempting to take a shortcut by swinging from tree branches.

“Hold your horses bud,” said one of the marshals observing the course. “Shortcuts aren’t permitted.”

“Rats!” said Jeff as he jumped back down.

Danny and the others soon encountered a creek with a set of logs to walk across, as yet another test of balance. Once the course returned to the fields, the kids swung across suspended monkey bar rings and headed into the final section, a giant maze of hay bales. Miraculously, Danny took the correct path the whole way through and crossed the finish line, twenty-five seconds before Jeff did.

“Whew!” said the fox boy, catching his breath and high-fiving his friends. “That obstacle course was a total workout. Great job guys! Gimme some!”

“I’m surprised those clown shoes got you this far,” said Jeff, comparing his shoe size to Danny’s.

“Size doesn’t matter when it comes to speed,” replied Danny.

Five minutes later, everyone in the village assembled for the awards ceremony. Old Oak was on stage, placing three trophies on a table next to him and testing the microphone on the podium.

“It’s been an hon—” he began, followed by a bout of wet coughing. “Excuse me, glad I got that out of the way. Anyway, it’s been an honor unlike any other to host our third annual games. Words alone cannot even emphasize enough how skillful every one of you were during each event. I’m sure your parents and relatives are all very, very proud. After receiving many, many results from the marshals, I will now announce the runners-up and the grand champion of the competition.”

The audience fell silent.

“Third place,” said Old Oak, “with the bronze trophy and a $25 iTunes gift card, goes to… Stella Pruitt!”

The audience started cheering again. Upon hearing her name, a blue jay girl made her way to the stage, where Old Oak gave her the bronze trophy and the gift card that came with it.

“Second place,” continued Old Oak, “with the silver trophy, a $50 certificate to Best Buy, and two coupons for a free combo at Snarf’s Sandwiches, goes to… Jeff McKendrick!”

“All right!” said Jeff as he hopped onto the stage and collected his awards, taking his place next to Stella. The audience continued cheering, and Danny even whistled loudly to express his congratulations.

“Oh Jeff, I knew your exercise routine would take you to the top three!” said Naomi, shedding tears of joy.

“And now the one you’ve all been waiting to hear,” announced Old Oak. “The grand champion title, with the gold trophy, a $200 certificate to Capital Grille, a coupon for $5 off your next meal and a free custard of any size at Good Times, and a three-day getaway at Telluride, goes to…”

The audience held their breaths, and Danny was sweating nervously, worried that he might not be chosen, despite how hard he and at least fifty other kids had worked.

“DANNY HOSTETLER!”

The fox boy instantly beamed up, totally speechless, as the crowd went wild.

“You did it Danny!” cried Achille, enveloping Danny in a tight hug. “YOU DID IT!”

“Danny! Danny! Danny! Danny!” chanted the kids and their families. Danny happily skipped to the stage and received his many hard-earned prizes, shaking Old Oak’s hand and taking his place next to Jeff.

“Well played Danny,” said the red squirrel boy, placing his arm around the fox’s shoulder. “Sorry I was a bit of a jerk today, I guess it’s just my competitive side.”

“It’s okay Jeff,” replied Danny, kissing Jeff on the cheek which made the latter blush a little.

“After this, wanna see my secret fort?” asked Jeff.

“A secret fort? You didn’t tell me about anything like that.”

“That’s because I kept it a secret. Until now.”

After everyone dispersed from the field, the two boys took a hidden, narrow path through a different section of the forest until they spotted an old treehouse next to the same creek they crossed during the obstacle course. They looked left and right, then nodded to each other.

“Up this way Danny,” said Jeff, carefully climbing up the steps with Danny close behind. Once they were inside, the squirrel’s eyes scanned the outdoor scenery one more time before he knelt down and untied the fox’s shoes.

“What’s going on?” asked Danny with a nervous laugh.

“C’mon Danny,” said Jeff as he pulled his friend’s brown shoes off. “Don’t your feet need oxygen too?”

“Was this part of your plan all along? You were staring at my shoes and wanting to see my bare feet?”

Jeff chuckled. “Exactly.”

“I’m warning you, they’re pretty stinky,” said Danny.

“The stink never bothers me once,” said Jeff, taking Danny’s gray socks off and exposing his big bare reddish brown feet with five toes on each foot. Just as the boys thought, his feet gave off a pronounced cheesy smell, easily noticeable by anyone sitting along the edge of the treehouse.

“You okay Jeff?” asked Danny. “You’re somewhat in a… trance, it seems.”

“They’re a perfect lovable shape and size,” said Jeff.

“Do you think the same of Naomi’s feet?”

“As much as I love her to bits and pieces, I would call her feet very cute, since they’re more on the clean and petite side of things.” Jeff began stroking his hands along the length of Danny’s feet, from heel to toe, over to the tops, then gliding his fingers along the smooth human-like toenails. “Yours on the other hand are clearly larger, and something tells me you love to get them all soft and slimy from being active throughout the day.”

Danny looked puzzled. “Is that a good thing?”

“You bet it is,” said Jeff. “And I’ve got a little friend named Johnson who’d desperately love to meet your feet.”

“Johnson?” wondered Danny. “Where is he from?”

“Couldn’t tell ya,” said Jeff as he stood up and took his shoes and socks off, revealing his also human-like feet with five toes each. “Because…” He pulled his hoodie and yellow t-shirt off. “…he happens to be…” He then undid his light gray pants and slid them off.

“Happens to be what?” asked Danny with slight impatience as he saw his squirrel friend in nothing but his plain white briefs.

Jeff slipped his underwear off, pointing at his erect reddish brown circumcised penis. “This little guy.”

Danny dropped his jaw a little. “Your… your penis? Huh, never knew. Thought you were talking about a friend from another town.”

“Hope he doesn’t mind being patient,” said Jeff as he sat back down, “‘cause your foxy feet need the full treatment.”

“If that’s the case, knock yourself out,” said Danny, amused by Jeff’s sudden nudity. “No one’s gonna come across this secret place anyway.”

Thus, the squirrel boy patted his lap, and the fox boy placed his heels on the former’s thighs, right next to the penis. Jeff’s hands got to work, kneading Danny’s large soles, starting with the heels before making his way to the arches. The sweaty skin on Danny’s feet felt amazingly smooth to the touch, suggesting that he had applied lotion on them in the morning. He moaned in delight as Jeff moved his hands up and massaged the balls and toes, neatly aligned in the Egyptian style. Back at Jeff’s crotch, he grew excited from the combination of being the only one naked between the two and the sight of his friend’s feet on his thighs. As the squirrel dipped his black nose into the toes and took a sniff, his penis twitched and lightly dabbed the soles.

“Phew, you were right,” he said. “You must be the crown prince of stinky feet out of all my friends.”

“Going a little forward with your love for my stinky feet, aren’t ya?” said Danny with a chuckle.

“Forward?” replied Jeff. “Glad you asked!” He wiggled his fingers as he readied his tickle stance, then swooped his hands down and did a frantic spider walk up and down Danny’s tootsies, causing him to delve into a giggling spell.

“Stop it Jeheheheheff!” laughed Danny.

“Make me, my cute foxy pal!” said Jeff.

“Oh brohohohohother! Hehehehehe!”

“If you guess what I want from you next, I’ll stop the crazy tickles.”

“More… hehehe!… foot smelling?”

“Nope, good guess though.”

Danny took a quick glance at Jeff’s erection. “Oh! You want your pee pee to give treatment to my feeheeheet!”

“Aha!” said Jeff as he stopped tickling. “You’ve been staying on your toes for so long for today’s field day that you didn’t have an ounce of time to give those cheesy tootsies a break.”

“Says you,” said Danny.

“Okay, okay! I’ll just get to the point and have my pee pee go for it.”

“That’s my squirrely boy. Now sit back against the treehouse wall with your legs spread out so that I can do this easily.”

Jeff obeyed Danny’s order, then the latter scooted up to his friend before hovering his soles over the penis. He used his balls and toes to do little dancing and wiggling movements on the penis, while at the same time Jeff held Danny’s ankles at the cuffs of his brown pants. The squirrel boy entered a state of deep lust, breathing audibly, and the fox boy gave gentle, sultry “Mmm-hmm”s in response. That continued for about two minutes, then Danny’s feet adjusted their position, sandwiching Jeff’s penis between his soles and stroking up and down, up and down, at a moderate pace. Over time, Jeff’s breathing became hot and heavy, and before Danny knew it, he suddenly felt something warm and sticky on his bare feet. Jeff was unloading his young warm semen all over the soles and toes, with a few extra drops on Danny’s pants.

“Looks like things got a little nuts for your nuts!” exclaimed the fox in a silly tone.

“We squirrels can easily get nuts over the things we love in life,” replied Jeff, recovering from his orgasm.

Danny giggled. “Don’t get too relaxed yet, time for you to lick this nutty ol’ mess clean!”

Smiling wide, Jeff assumed somewhat of a downward dog position, put his tongue to good use and licked every inch of Danny’s soles clean, even getting the spaces between his toes. His tailless bottom wiggled left and right in the air from time to time, almost like a dog wagging its tail.

“How’s the flavor?” asked Danny.

“Slightly salty and sweet at the same time,” said Jeff.

“Like kettle corn?”

“Maybe not as appetizing as kettle corn, but still enjoyable.”

“On the subject of sweet stuff,” said Danny, holding Jeff’s ankles with his cute soles in the air, “I feel it’s time to have a go at your squirrely feet.”

“Oh boy,” laughed Jeff.

Danny’s pointed snout and dark brown nose dove in as he took a few good sniffs of Jeff’s soles, which smelled like saltines with a tiny hint of hazelnut. He cooed as he exhaled, and his own penis started to become erect in his pants. Next, the fox’s hands had their turn, stroking and thumbing along the soles of the squirrel’s feet. The skin on the soles was a bit rougher than usual because of Jeff’s adventurous nature, but Danny knew of a way to fix that. To kick off the oral section of his foot fun, he used his teeth to nibble on each of the squirrel boy’s ten plump toes, playfully yet gently. Jeff snickered at the sensation and how cute Danny was behaving. He soon felt something wet and tickly on his arches, sending him into more giggles. Danny’s tongue was hard at work, moving on to the rough calluses on the heels and balls, then finally to the dry parts just underneath the toes. Once that was over, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small bottle.

“What’s that?” asked Jeff.

“My lucky foot lotion,” replied Danny, squirting a dime-sized amount onto his left hand. “In fact, I first learned about this brand from an ad in one of my favorite Renard Masqué comics.”

The fox boy rubbed his palms together and began applying the lotion to his friend’s bare feet, starting with the arches and heels, then the balls and toes. Jeff curled his toes as those hands went to the tops and rubbed all over. Remembering the rough texture of the heels and balls, Danny squirted another bit of lotion, rubbed his palms together again, and applied the substance to the heels and balls in gentle, circular movements. Once Jeff’s feet were as smooth as those of someone his age, Danny undressed himself until he was fully nude like his friend was. Like everyone else, he didn’t have a tail either. But that didn’t matter since he and his friends were born that way.

“Hey there, hehe!” chuckled the squirrel boy. “It’s Johnson’s second cousin once removed.”

“A pleasure,” replied Danny, twitching his erect penis, very similar in color to Jeff’s.

“Whatcha think?” asked Jeff, making a cute squirrel smile, overbite and all, while lifting up one of his soles where it touched Danny’s penis. “Semen time?”

“Mmmm yeah, rub this foxy pee pee the best you can.”

Sticking his tongue out in concentration, Jeff slid his soles up and down the shaft in alternating movements, every few seconds giving Danny’s testicles a quick fondle. The fox boy moaned and grunted in pleasure, moving his hips at times. At one point he pressed his lips against the big toe of Jeff’s right foot and gave it a kiss.

“I’m gonna squirt out some more lotion very soon,” he said, “but it’s more like what you put out a few minutes ago.”

“Thanks for the heads up,” replied Jeff.

“Anytime, just didn’t want you to get startled too easily. This fox knows what he’s doing.” By the time Jeff slid his toes back and forth across the head of Danny’s penis, natural “foot lotion” gushed out in large milky streams, coating Jeff’s feet and calves.

“Whoa…” said Danny, laying on his back and panting heavily. “Oh… ooh… that was… unforgettable. I really owe you one.”

“Hey, don’t mention it Danny,” said Jeff. “And literally, don’t mention it to anyone else. Especially Naomi.”

Danny made a zipping motion across his mouth. “Vvvvvv! I promise.”

“I wanna thank you too for letting my sexual self become less restricted.” Jeff grabbed his pants and reached into one of the pockets, taking out the coupons he won and giving one to Danny. “Whaddya say, lunch this weekend at Snarf’s?”

Danny beamed. “Awesome! Thanks Jeff!”

“It’ll be right outside Cedar Haven in one of the more populated towns. By the way, wanna lick your sticky stuff off my feet before we get things squared away?”

“Nah, I don’t really want to make your feet all slobbery wet again after that lotion.” Danny grabbed a few fallen leaves and used them to wipe up all his semen. “Besides, don’t you wanna have smooth young feet with that childlike touch?”

Jeff started getting dressed. “Hehe, don’t get me all horny again, my penis needs to rest for some time.”

Danny threw the leaves off into the oncoming wind and got dressed as well. “Fair enough. It’s about high time we head back to the village, I’m sure Achille wants us to play another match of pine cone soccer.”

“Who knows?” replied Jeff as he and his friend climbed down the treehouse and ran off through the woods, taking the same path back home. “You can’t catch me, Renard Masqué!”

“Oh I can’t, can I?” called Danny, playfully pursuing Jeff. “We’ll see about that!”

The End