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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.

Heelin’ With The Heelers

It was Friday of the second week of school for seven-year-old Elliot Monroe and his classmates. He was gradually becoming more familiar with Australia and its culture, even using terms he learned from his new friends Bluey Heeler and Indy Hicks now and then. The young whippet boy, wearing a red t-shirt with green accenting, blue jeans, and brown ankle boots, was in good spirits on this particular day because Bluey invited him to spend the night at her family’s house. Even better, their Year 1 teacher Miss Oakley didn’t assign any homework at all, as a reward for her students working hard and behaving well during an Australian history test and the first fire drill of the school year. The school bell rang to dismiss all the students for the weekend, and Elliot and Bluey walked side-by-side in the hallways, engaged in an exciting conversation. Bluey herself was dressed in a pale yellow t-shirt, skinny pink trousers, and matching pale yellow sneakers.

“I’ve never been to your house before,” said Elliot. “What’s it like?”

“It’s one of the most fun places you’ll ever experience in your life,” replied Bluey. “We’ve got a big garden to frolic around, a spacious playroom, a kitchen stocked with all sorts of yummy foods and bevvies — non-alcoholic bevvies to be exact — and so much room inside and outside to expand our imaginations.”

“Anything I should be wary of?” asked Elliot.

“Just some of my little sister Bingo’s antics, and plenty of toys scattered around on the floor throughout the house. Well, except the kitchen since Mum’s not fond of toys being in the way while she’s cooking.”

“Speaking of which, what do you guys plan on doing for dinner tonight?”

“We’ve got that all sorted out.”

“What do you mean?”

“The four of us plan on taking you out for Indian food!”

Elliot beamed. “Wow, really? I absolutely LOVE Indian cuisine! So full of spices and rich flavors.”

“And so much history behind it too,” said Bluey. “I still can’t tell the difference between butter chicken and chicken tikka masala.”

After the two pups made it to the pickup lane in front of the school, a red Land Rover Discovery soon pulled up. Behind the wheel was Bluey’s father Bandit, who resembled his eldest daughter but had slightly different markings. Her little sister Bingo, a red heeler, was secured in a booster seat in the back seat.

“Heya Bluey!” said Bandit, rolling down the passenger window. “Looks like your new chum’s ready to have a blast with the Heeler clan.”

“Oh yeah Dad!” replied Bluey, wagging her tail. “I call shotgun!”

Elliot chuckled. “I was gonna take the back seat anyway.”

“Elliot’s your name right?” asked Bandit. “Pleased to meet cha.”

“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Heeler.”

Once the car doors were unlocked, Bluey stepped into the front passenger seat while Elliot stepped into the back seat next to Bingo. They buckled their seat belts and the car drove off toward Bluey’s neighborhood.

“Bluey told me that you draw some pretty neat pictures,” said Bandit.

“Hehe, I try my best,” replied Elliot.

“I’ve drawn a bunch of colorful pictures too,” said Bluey. “You’ll probably see them on the walls and the fridge. Wish I could draw as neatly as you can, Elliot.”

“Ever heard of arts and crafts programs? I’m sure they have one at a local rec center in town.”

“Like an athletic club?” wondered Bluey, furrowing an eyebrow.

“Exactly,” said Elliot. “Or the YMCA back in America. Those places have more than just sports and athletic activities though. That’s why the ‘rec’ in ‘rec center’ is short for recreation.”

“Oh right, like music lessons for example. Which reminds me, you remember Indy, don’t you?”

“Yes I do, I talk to her every day.”

“She sings and plays the guitar.”

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot that she does. For how long?”

Bluey shrugged. “Couldn’t tell ya, you’ll have to ask her.”

Elliot thought for a moment. “Well, what kinda talents do you have other than imaginative games?”

“I have a few that I think you’ll quite like,” said Bluey, grinning and winking. “My family and I will definitely show you a wackadoo time.”

“Draw Chickenrat for me today!” cried Bingo, giggling.

“Who’s Chickenrat?” asked Elliot.

“Oh, Bingo,” laughed Bluey. “My sister and I only made up the character in our heads and had Dad act him out as part of one of our games. The hardest part was searching every last nook and cranny for him.”

Eventually, the Land Rover pulled into the driveway of a pale yellow Queenslander house with a red roof. Bluey, her sister, her father, and her whippet friend got out of the car and made their way through the front lawn and up the steps to the front door. Bandit fumbled with his keys until he found a certain brass one, then inserted it into the keyhole on the doorknob to unlock it. As soon as the door was open, Bluey and Bingo rushed into the living room, while Elliot and Bandit calmly stepped into the house. At the same time, Bandit’s wife and Bluey and Bingo’s mother Chilli moseyed into the room, wearing a black corset top and slender blue jeans with neon green stitching, along with a pair of dark gray Teva flip flops on her surprisingly big and masculine feet with five neatly-aligned Egyptian-style toes on each foot, plus shiny, natural French-tipped toenails.

“Hey girls!” said Chilli as she hugged her two daughters.

“Mum, this is Elliot, my new friend from school!” said Bluey.

“Mrs. Heeler, it’s a pleasure,” said Elliot, shaking Chilli’s hand.

“I love the name Elliot, it fits you perfectly,” said Chilli.

“Thank you, I’m so thrilled to spend the night with new friends this early in the school year. And gosh, you look so lovely at the moment.”

“Already taking interest in my looks I see. Just like my husband did back in the day.”

“Not just that, your pedicure also looks immaculate.”

Chilli chuckled and wiggled her toes a little. “Courtesy of a nail spa here in Brissie that always gets the job done. Plus I get to wear these thongs more often, they’re my favourite pair.”

“Elliot!” called Bluey from the adjacent playroom. “You wanna come play Octopus with us?”

“For sure Bluey, I’ll be right there!” replied Elliot. As the whippet walked to the playroom, Chilli noticed a bump in his jeans from seeing her feet, but kept her lips sealed. Bluey and Bingo set up their play space on their gigantic watermelon rug, complete with a yellow striped couch and a stool with a Lego man sitting on top of it.

“So do I get to be the octopus for the first round?” asked Bandit.

“Yeah!” cried Bingo. “Daddy Octopus!”

Bandit climbed onto the couch with his arms hanging over the back, and Bluey adjusted the Lego man so that it was evenly centered. Once everything was ready, Elliot and the girls took their places at the end of the couch farthest away from the stool.

“Right,” said Bandit. “I’m gonna be an East Pacific red octopus-Portuguese man o’ war hybrid!”

“Hoppin’ firecrackers, that’s one deadly behemoth!” said Elliot.

“Who knew octopi and jellyfish could have babies?” said Bluey, eagerly wagging her tail.

“Uh, what’s the Lego guy’s name?” asked Bingo.

“Dirk Debonair! Don’t you remember, Bingo?”

Bingo giggled.

“Ready everyone?” asked Bluey. “Dirk’s in distress and we have to rescue him without being captured by the octo-jellyfish.”

“Understood!” replied Bingo and Elliot.

“Aaaaand…go when you feel it’s safe!”

Hearing that cue, Bandit snapped into the mindset of an octopus, making googly-eyes, wiggling his arms like tentacles, and making blubbering noises. Bluey was the first to bypass Bandit’s reach by running at a slight curve past the couch. Bingo simply ran as fast as she could to the other side. And as for Elliot, he got down and crawled past the couch, just narrowly avoiding Bandit’s hands. Bingo took the Lego man off the stool and ran back towards base; however, midway past the couch, Bandit’s right hand scooped her up off the ground, causing her to drop the figure. Her older sister caught it before it could reach the floor, and she made it back to base untouched. Since Bingo was the first to get caught by the “octopus”, it was now her turn to play that role. Play resumed for two more fast-paced rounds until Elliot felt Bingo’s hand lightly grabbing his arm. Fortunately he was able to get Dirk Debonair back to base, and then he took Bingo’s place on the couch, wiggling his arms and blubbering in the same manner. Bluey zapped Elliot’s arm with an imaginary laser beam, allowing her to win the last round of the game.

“Wow, that Octopus game was a lot more fun than I expected,” said Elliot.

“It’s all about using your imagination,” replied Bluey. “That’s what I learned from Chloe when she and I played it at her house once.”

“Eight green bottles sitting on the wall,” sang Bingo, circling the other two. “Eight green bottles sitting on the wall, then one g—” All of a sudden, she jumped up and beamed as if she thought of a bright idea.

“What is it Bingo?” asked Bluey.

Bingo beckoned her older sister to come closer, then whispered something into her ear. Bluey nodded and then turned to Elliot.

“What’d she say?” asked the whippet.

“Time for you to follow us upstairs!” said Bluey, running to the stairs with Bingo.

Elliot, being the calm and collected type, simply walked up the stairs and into the girls’ room, taking a look at the bevy of pink decor and colorful toys and games scattered around. “So you girls sleep together, I take it?” he asked.

“Yeah,” replied Bluey. “Bingo has the bed closer to the door and I have the one over by the window.”

Bingo climbed onto her bed, sitting on the edge. “They’re so bouncyyyy!” she said, giggling.

“You know, I used to have a water bed back in America,” said Elliot.

“What’s a water bed?” wondered Bingo. “A bathtub for a bed?”

“No Bingo,” said Bluey. “The mattress is filled with water, giving it that extra bounce and that swishing noise inside. Just make sure you don’t poke any holes in it so that water doesn’t shoot out, like in Edward Scissorhands.”

“They’re not as popular as they used to be,” said Elliot. “So uh, what did you girls wanna do here in your room?”

Bluey took a little radio off one of the shelves and placed it on the ground. “Let’s have a song and dance party!”

Bingo sat on her bed and kicked off her shoes, revealing her little green socks. “Dance Mode!”

“Oooh, good call Bingo.” Bluey sauntered over to her own bed and sat down, untying her shoelaces and lightly kicking her shoes off to reveal her surprisingly big white socks with pink toes and heels. She hopped back up and made her way to the middle of the room with Bingo. “Wanna take your shoes off too?”

“I don’t see why not,” said Elliot as he did just that, now standing in his white socks. He took a quick glance at the elder Heeler pup’s socks, and it seemed that her feet were slightly bigger than his, though not quite as big as Indy’s feet.

“What kinda dance gets you in the mood?” asked Bluey, grinning and wiggling her toes in her socks.

“Anything that’s fun to do. There are so many dances in this world.”

“You looking for something more classic or modern?”

“Oooh, let’s go the modern route! And, uh, Bluey?”

“Yeah?”

“How long have you been wearing those socks today?”

“Since this morning, before I left the house to go to school. Why?”

Elliot thought of a good reason. “Well, I thought your feet might be feeling a bit restrained inside them, and I was hoping—”

“Take my socks off!” said Bluey, plopping back onto the side of her bed and rhythmically wiggling her socked toes.

Elliot raised his eyebrows and felt his heart leap, surprised at the enthusiasm in Bluey’s request. Had she learned a thing or two from Indy?

“If you insist,” said the whippet, kneeling down in front of Bluey’s feet. He gave each sock a good feel with his hands, then took the left sock off to reveal a big, wonderfully shaped, masculine, pale blue human-like foot with five plump Egyptian-style toes, with the big toe longer than all the other toes, and natural toenails just like Chilli’s. He did the same with the right sock, and in a matter of seconds, both of Bluey’s bare feet waved around playfully as she wiggled all ten of her toes.

“It feels so fun to be in my bare feet!” said the blue heeler girl.

“I love them already,” said Elliot.

Bluey hopped off the bed. “I know you do.”

“How would you know? This is the first time I told you what I thought of them.”

“Well, if you asked about my socks, then that makes me jump to the conclusion that you like feet.”

“May I touch them?”

Bluey giggled. “Okay!”

Without hesitation, Elliot knelt back down and stroked his hands along the toes and tops of his friend’s feet, making sure he was being as gentle as possible. Bluey gave a content sigh at the sensation of her first true foot massage from a male. She sat down on the floor, allowing Elliot to rub his thumbs and fingers along the heels, followed by the arches and balls before moving to the underside of the toes. As he continued massaging, he experienced that funny feeling in his crotch, just like he did when he explored Indy’s feet and toes.

“Lay on your tummy for a bit, will you?” asked Bluey.

“Why?” asked Elliot as he did just that.

“Bluey’s gonna do a feet dance!” said Bingo as she pressed play on her and Bluey’s CD player. The song “Back To Life” by Soul II Soul started playing, and Bluey put on a bunch of sultry dance moves, moving her big pale blue tootsies to the beat. Every now and then she would walk right up to Elliot and wiggle her toes in his face. The whippet boy humped his penis through his pants to the beat of the song, to which the blue heeler pup winked and smiled, teasing him further with her bare feet. His heart beat faster at how welcoming Bluey was with his horny behavior, so all of a sudden he stood back up with his eyes fixed on her, and removed his boots and socks, followed by his shirt, then his jeans, and finally his underwear. His circumcised penis was fully hard.

“Come dance with me Elliot,” said Bluey with a wink and a smile. “I wanna see your naked body up close.”

“Y-yes Bluey,” said Elliot. The two pups joined each other in the center of the room, dancing their best while gazing at each other. They shook, swayed, bumped butts, and even did secret handshakes. As Elliot continued dancing in the nude, inches from Bluey, he looked down towards the end of her trouser legs and saw sexy angles of her feet. For example, Elliot looked toward the outside of Bluey’s right foot and saw her rounded heel in the air, the shapely arch, and the plump ball and toes on the ground, even more aroused by how big her feet looked in those pink trousers. He danced some more with his eyes shut for a few seconds when suddenly he felt something fleshy touch and swipe his penis, startling him as he opened his eyes. Bluey stuck her tongue out and raised her right foot up to Elliot’s crotch, swiping across his penis with the ball and toes.

“Unnf!” uttered Elliot. “Do it again.”

On every fourth beat that followed, Bluey did that particular motion, raising a foot up to manipulate the tip of Elliot’s pee pee with one quick swipe. When the song was over, the two friends sat down across from each other, and Bluey used her big pale blue Egyptian-style feet to play games with Elliot’s penis and testicles. Bingo watched the two of them with much curiosity.

“Whatcha think of my pee pee?” asked Elliot.

“It’s like a sausage,” said Bluey.

“All plump and long?”

“Oooh yeah.”

“Don’t stop Bluey, this feels so good.”

“I didn’t know boys had that body part,” said Bingo. “Do you use it to go pee pee?”

“Yes,” said Elliot. “But you girls will see that something else is capable of coming out of my pee hole too.”

“I’d love to see,” said Bluey.

“Have you done this before with anyone?”

Bluey giggled. “Once with Mackenzie.”

“So he’s into feet too?” asked Elliot.

“For the most part, but it depends on his mood. And guess what?”

“What is it?”

“Indy’s the one who got me into playing with you this way. Do you think about her big sexy masculine feet in those flip-flops?”

Elliot felt closer to his orgasm. “Every day.”

“I’ve also heard that she did you-know-what with her feet one day with you at school.”

“You didn’t tell anyone else about that, did you?”

“Oh no, of course not. I think rubbing your pee pee on someone’s feet in an unlikely setting, such as a classroom, is suuuuuper hot.”

“Mmmm yeah!”

“So here’s the tricky part: Whose feet do you enjoy better, mine or Indy’s?”

“Both!” said Elliot without hesitation. The next second, he released a creamy load of semen which graced Bluey’s soles, mostly on the balls and toes. The blue heeler girl pup giggled and curled her cummy toes from the feeling.

“Is that how boys make milk?” asked Bingo.

“That stuff is called semen,” said Elliot. “It comes out of boys and men whenever their pee pee gets rubbed and feels good.”

“How’d you know what it’s called?” asked Bluey as she wiped the semen off her feet with a Kleenex and tossed it in the wastebasket. “We haven’t been taught about it in school yet.”

“That’s because I research things on the World Wide Web.”

“Kids!” called Bandit’s voice from downstairs. “We’re leaving for dinner in fifteen minutes!”

Bluey cracked the bedroom door and poked her head out. “Okay Dad, we’re getting ready!”

With that, the three pups got themselves dressed in smart casual attire and went to the bathroom to wash their hands. They sat on the couch and waited for Bandit and Chilli to finish getting ready, then all five of them left the house and got into the Land Rover to drive to Viceroy’s Palace, a top-rated Indian restaurant near downtown Brisbane. The maroon-colored dining room was adorned with ornate golden trinkets and classical Indian art, along with the faint aroma of patchouli incense and the crisp sitar music playing on the speakers. After Elliot and the Heelers ordered and received their drinks, they started off with an order of lamb and potato samosas for the table, served with a few chutneys. For entrees, Bandit had paneer saag, Chilli had spicy chicken vindaloo, Bluey and Elliot each had chicken tikka masala, and Bingo had lamb biryani. White basmati rice and buttery naan bread were served throughout the main course, and the group had just enough room for dessert, which consisted of mango lassis for Bandit and Chilli, rosewater kulfi for Bluey, pistachio kulfi for Bingo, and gulab jamun for Elliot. Once they got back home, they rested for a little while, and then Bandit rounded up the girls to help them take their bath upstairs, leaving Chilli and Elliot by themselves on the playroom couch.

“So Elliot,” said Chilli.

“Yes Mrs. Heeler?” replied Elliot.

Chilli gave the whippet boy a sultry smile, slipped her Teva thongs off, and placed her large bare feet on the couch. “Whatcha thinking about?”

Elliot tried playing innocent, turning his head away from the red heeler mum’s tootsies. “N-nothing.”

“Oh it’s something alright. Every now and then I’ve noticed you taking a gander at my toes.”

“Sorry if it was too much, I couldn’t help myself.”

Chilli put her big masculine soles in view for Elliot’s pleasure and wiggled her ten plump toes. “No need to apologise, my big Aussie feet loooove the attention. You’re more than welcome to look at them and touch them.”

Elliot looked puzzled at Chilli’s forwardness. “Who…who are you?”

“Hey, it’s just a normal foot fetish, sweetie. When we first met, I saw your thingy was all big ’n’ hard in your trousers.”

Elliot’s heart beat a little faster. “T-too much information.”

Chilli smirked. “Not in my book. Let’s get ya comfy, yeah?” She started undressing the whippet boy, slowly and surely. “Shoes are off…then let’s…take yer socks off…oooh, what a nice pair of tootsies yourself. Alrighty, then your shirt…then we’re gonna unbuckle this little guy and slide that belt off…then unbutton…and unzip…slide those trousers off your tall legs…look at those Stitch jocks, so snug on your privates. Finally, let’s just slip ‘em off…” The red heeler mum lifted the waistband with her hands, then brought her big feet up to Elliot’s thighs, curling her toes to hold the waistband as she then took his tighty whities off with her feet, lightly throwing them into the pile of clothes with a flick of her right foot. “Hi there naked boy.”

Elliot found himself shaking with excitement, knowing where this was going. “Whatcha want me to do Mrs. Heeler?”

Chilli gave a sexy look and wiggled her toes again. “Rub your pee pee on my feet.”

The way Chilli said those words made Elliot’s penis twitch in excitement as he adjusted himself closer to her. The instant his penis made contact with the smooth skin of her soles, he slowly and passionately thrusted his hips back and forth, back and forth, making his pee pee travel up and down, up and down, up across the heels, arches, balls, and toes, then back down across the balls, arches, and heels. Every other time Elliot’s tip went up to the toes, Chilli wiggled her plump Egyptian toes on it to make him feel increasingly aroused.

“Wanna hear a little story ‘bout my feet?” she asked.

“Sure,” replied Elliot.

Chilli allowed the whippet to continue his lustful humping. “When I was around your age, before I met my husband, I had my own large corn maze in my back garden. I’d play in that thing day in and day out. My childhood home was also close to the beach, so I often went down there too. Anyway, there was this Ibizan hound boy who lived three doors down, and he was always curious. A teensy bit more curious than the average eight-year-old boy. I was building a sandcastle and wearing this skinny waterproof wetsuit that looked like onesie jammies. So he walked up to me, we exchanged hellos and a bit of small talk, then I stood up to walk for a bit. He took a gaze at my waterproof shoes, telling me in his innocent voice, ‘You’ve got big shoes. Perhaps I could see your feet?’ I smiled and said ‘My feet? Sure thing!’ And so I nudged those shoes off and stood in the wet sand in my white cotton socks with black toes and heels. Oh by the way, I didn’t mind that those big ol’ socks got wet ’n’ sandy. I took those off too, and there they were, my big bare feet out in the open. He asked me to walk around him in a circle in the soft wet sand, and I happily did just that for him, leaving some of the loveliest, manliest footprints on that particular beach. I noticed his pee pee was poking up inside of his swim trunks, so the next day I told him I had a surprise for him and took him to the middle of my corn maze. Before he knew it, he was outta his clothes, sittin’ naked as I rubbed his big circumcised pee pee and plump testicles with my bare feet and toes. You shoulda seen his big load of semen that came out.”

“Lucky him!” said Elliot, breathing harder and clearly aroused from the adult red heeler’s story.

“You bet,” said Chilli. “I even taught him how to give a footjob a week later.”

“Is he still around?”

“Oh yes, he’s become a strapping, successful man now.”

Elliot continued humping her feet, gazing at her tight jeans and natural toenails. “Ohhh Mrs. Heeler!…”

Chilli fondled Elliot’s testicles with the toes of one foot and wiggled the toes of the other foot on the tip of his pee pee, bringing her face closer to his. “Call me Chilli.”

“Mmmm Chilli! Make my pee pee feel good Chilli!”

“Is your semen gonna come out too?”

“Unnf. I want it to.”

“All for my biiiiiig sexy feet?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Chilli continued her cute dirty talk for the horny young boy. “Gonna make your pee pee go squirt squirt squirt on my feet.”

“On your feet?” asked Elliot.

“On muh FEET.”

“Did somebody say feet?”

“Hehe. Feet.”

“Chilli feet?”

“Big sexy Chilli feet. Ready for a dose of creamy young seed.”

“Here…here it…comes!” With a single final stroke of his pee pee on those large, shapely human-like bare feet, stream after milky stream of his warm cum graced them from her toes all the way down to her heels. Chilli chuckled, proud of satisfying Bluey’s new friend.

“Any testimonials for that signature pee pee and feet massage?” she asked.

Elliot took a few seconds to compose himself. “Oh Chilli, that was unforgettable! Thank you ever so much!”

“Anything for a handsome young boy like yourself,” said Chilli as she rubbed Elliot’s semen all over her feet to absorb it. “This is way lovelier than any other foot lotion I’ve used!”

“Wackadoo, you knew about that?” asked Elliot. “I thought Indy was the only one who used semen as lotion.”

“Not that surprising for a girl her type. Seems her feet are almost as big as mine, seeing them in her brown thongs.” Chilli thought for a second. “What do ya say we get you into your jammies now?”

“I kinda have to,” said Elliot. “Otherwise the others would see me all nude when they come downstairs.”

“Hehe, that’s true. You were definitely heelin’ with the Heelers tonight.” Chilli raised her semen-lotioned foot back up to Elliot’s crotch and caressed his penis one more time with it. “My feet couldn’t thank you enough.”

Elliot’s penis twitched again, leaking some precum. “Ooooh don’t get me too horny again, the girls might be finished with their bath by now.”

Once the whippet was in his onesie, he joined the rest of the Heeler family in the backyard for a stargazing session and plenty of trivia questions for good measure. Before tonight, he never knew they could give him this type of love and affection.

The End