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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.

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It was a slightly overcast Tuesday afternoon in Willowdale. Eleven-year-old Oliver Medford and his classmates at Poplar Street School were having their band class, playing as a full wind ensemble. This was Oliver’s favorite class outside of his normal classroom, as music was one of his greatest passions. Mr. Billings, a gray goat and the school’s music teacher, stepped onto the podium as the students stopped playing their instruments.

“Good afternoon kids,” said Mr. Billings, smiling and looking side to side at everyone. “Today we’ll start sight-reading a few pieces of concert material. We’ll go through each of them, section by section, and through a class vote, four of these pieces will be the ones chosen for our district Music Performance Assessment concert, held at the University Of Willowdale’s Kaplan Auditorium in a month and a half. I see that everyone’s here except for Big Wolf and Sasha. Any of you guys know of their whereabouts?”

Matt Porter, a Dalmatian boy who was one of the percussionists, raised his hand. “Both of them were playing around with the emergency eyewash and shower station, so Ms. Lambert had each of them stand in a corner in the classroom for the entirety of our music class period.”

“Thanks Matt,” said Mr. Billings. “Anyway, let’s tune our instruments, starting with our woodwinds. Oliver, would you play an A for me?”

“Absolutely,” replied Oliver, playing an A on the piano. As the teacher gently signaled with his baton, the woodwinds followed suit, holding that same note for a few seconds. Similarly, Oliver played an F on the piano to help the brass players tune their instruments.

“Hm, something’s not quite right in the second trumpets,” said Mr. Billings. “Goran, play for me?”

Goran Eklund, a seal boy with a blue tuft of hair, played an F on his trumpet. The teacher went down the line with each individual trumpet player until he got to Jimmy Rojas, a monkey boy in a green hoodie, whose tuning slide was positioned awkwardly.

Mr. Billings winced at Jimmy’s off-tune note. “Oooh, you’re really flat,” he said. “Push way in.”

After everyone’s instruments were perfectly in tune, the class continued their sight-reading session with two upbeat marches and a slower, more emotional piece. Oliver’s elegant piano playing added even more depth to the ensemble’s sound. Oh, how he always wanted to perform in that grand auditorium, as the acoustics were spot-on with every performance held there. The rest of the school day breezed on, maybe just a little more quickly than usual. As the final bell rang, Oliver gathered up his belongings, and upon opening his backpack, found a small, green, heart-shaped slip of paper.

“What’s that?” he wondered. “I could’ve sworn I emptied out my backpack this morning after I got to class.” Picking up the paper, he noticed the following written in sparkly gold marker:

Ollie,
My mom’s out of town for the day once again! Meet me @ my place A.S.A.P! The Minimighty Squad can wait~
Love, Roberta (aka Bigfoot :3)

Oliver’s heart raced with excitement at his classmate’s enthusiastic note. “Darn right they can wait!” he said, snapping his fingers before stuffing his books in his backpack. “Fifteen minute walking distance away, I’ll be there in five!” He desperately wanted to hurry out of the school building, but he knew not to run in the halls. Once he was outside, he took off like lightning down the sidewalk and across the street. Greg Shelton and Eleanor Diller, a pig boy and a cow girl with glasses, respectively, were talking with Margot Rosenthal, a zebra girl, about a sticky situation she was facing, when the white dog boy swung around a street lamp at the corner and sprinted past the trio.

“Hey Oliver, we’ve got a predicament here!” said Eleanor.

“What’s the rush?” asked Greg.

“I, uh, need to drop by my house to pick up something!” replied Oliver.

“How long will this take?” asked Margot, slightly impatient. “It’s either my stolen Persian Gulf War diorama or a failing grade at this point.”

“Not to worry, Eleanor should have it in her coordinates within the next ten minutes.” Oliver took off running again. “But we’ll meet up later today for sure!”

Dodging crowds of pedestrians and taking whichever crosswalks were available, the white dog boy eventually reached the front door of Roberta Halsey’s townhome. He rang the doorbell and waited eagerly for about ten seconds before the door opened. And sure enough, it was Roberta.

“Hi-diddly-dee, Olliekins!” she greeted in a singsong voice.

“Hi Roberta,” replied Oliver, looking at her massive white sneakers. “Been on your feet all day?”

“All day indeed. You’re gonna see them reeeeaaal soon. Why don’t we take this to my cozy little bedroom?”

“I was just about to suggest that.”

The two friends walked slowly upstairs, then all of a sudden Roberta covered Oliver’s yellow eyes with her light blue hands, just as the latter was reaching for the doorknob.

“Whoa there Oliver,” said Roberta with a chuckle. “No peeking just yet.”

“If you say so,” said Oliver, closing his eyes. His blue dog friend gently opened the bedroom door and guided him in, closing the door behind her.

“Aaaaaand… open your eyes!” said Roberta.

As Oliver did just that, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Five other girls from his school were sitting in various spots in the room. The first was Vanessa Weisgarber, an aqua dog whose teal hair was teased up to the umpteenth degree. Joining her were Mona Kumar, a gray wolf; Felicia Smith, a hyena; Fiona Von Hoff, a purple raccoon with prominent bushy eyebrows; and Cappy Echevarria, a tall tomboyish beaver with neck-length orange hair. They all wore matching pink long-sleeve t-shirts with Oliver’s grinning face stitched on the front, faded tight jeans slightly cuffed at the ankles, and pink athletic shoes.

“SURPRISE!” yelled the girls in unison.

Oliver blushed in embarrassment, looking left and right. “R-Roberta, wh— but why?!”

Roberta smirked, standing in a Joe Cool pose. “Tell him, girls.”

“We heard all about your kinky fantasies and playtimes,” said Vanessa.

“You love feet more than anyone else we know at school,” said Felicia.

“Roberta even told us about your orgasm from Matt’s stinky spotty feet in the alleyway,” said Cappy, playfully fanning her hand over her nose.

Oliver was sweating, incredibly nervous. “Th-th-that was supposed to be secret! Roberta, did you tell the whole school about this?!”

“Take it easy Oliver,” said Roberta, kissing his cheek. “The entire school, definitely not. Much less the faculty. But I don’t wanna stick out like a sore thumb by being the only girl who lets you play with her feet. So I hope you don’t mind having my posse over to enhance this playtime.”

“That said,” said Fiona, “why don’t we gals kick our shoes off?”

“Yeah, let’s do it!” replied the rest of the girls, almost in unison, as they carefully untied their shoelaces and nudged their sneakers off. Each of them wore different color socks — Roberta’s were white with gray toes and heels, Mona’s were yellow with pink toes and heels, Vanessa’s were dark navy blue with white toes and heels, Felicia’s were light green with gray toes and heels, Fiona’s were pink with white toes and heels, and Cappy’s were white with dark green toes and heels and small black text all over that read “Stinky Feet FTW.”

“Okay Oliver,” said Roberta. “Lay down on my beautiful round rug.”

Oliver complied with that request, and in a matter of seconds, he was a living doormat. The girls teased and poked their socked feet all over his coat, pants, and face. The white dog soon felt Roberta’s massive socked foot lightly grazing his nose, allowing him to have a sniff of the pronounced cheesy odor. Fiona and Felicia were taking turns fondling his pants-covered crotch with their socked feet.

“You girls have such fabulous taste in socks,” said Oliver.

“Why thank you,” said Mona.

“But we haven’t even gotten to the best part yet,” said Roberta, taking the hat off of Oliver’s head.

“Let’s make you as comfortable as possible,” said Vanessa, undoing Oliver’s coat and helping his arms out of the sleeves.

“Of course we’ve gotta take your shoes off after a whole day at school,” said Fiona as she did just that, revealing Oliver’s gray socks with black toes and heels.

Felicia had a quick smell of the white dog boy’s socks. “Phew, these socks are rather whiffy,” she said, “though what’s under them might smell even more.” And with that, the hyena girl took those socks off revealing Oliver’s nicely shaped, Egyptian style bare feet and toes.

“Awww, Ollie boy has such lovable feet!” cooed Mona.

Fiona and Felicia each took a foot and stroked with their hands, making Oliver lay back with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head. Soon enough, Roberta helped him out of his red t-shirt, and at the same time Cappy unbuttoned and unzipped his gray pants, sliding them off to reveal his thin purple underwear. A spot of pre was clearly visible at the tip of the bulge.

“I’m surprised that most people would prefer boxers on boys and men,” said Cappy, gazing at Oliver’s crotch. “Briefs are the #1 in my eyes. My dad, in fact, loves them so much that when he’s home, he’ll often wear his cute ’n’ skimpy tighty-whities and nothing else. My mom and I are flattered by it in a good way. Sometimes if he’s especially relaxed, he’ll ditch the undies and be butt naked.”

“So he’d be naked in the house as if it were totally normal?” asked Oliver.

“Yep. He’s a free-loving bisexual dad whose big beautiful Egyptian feet and toes I inherited.”

Oliver blushed. “Wow, reminds me of Matt’s dad.”

“I know,” said Vanessa. “I heard you and Matt and some other boys brought him to orgasm with your feet at a sleepover one night. Which reminds me, let’s show as much of your skin as possible!” And with playful movements, she slipped Oliver’s underwear all the way off of his legs, tossing them into the pile of clothes next to Roberta’s desk. Oliver’s white circumcised penis sprung straight up as it was now fully erect. Giggling immensely, all six of the girls peeled their socks off and tossed them on the bed, then each of them hovered a bare foot directly over the penis, wiggling and curling their perfectly plump, Egyptian style toes.

“Mmmm cute girls with big sexy manly feet!” said Oliver, his penis twitching. “And natural French tipped toenails!”

“Let’s all take turns having a feel of his pee pee with our feet,” said Roberta. “Who’s going first Oliver?”

“Since you were the very first one to know about my foot fetish, how about you?”

“Hehe, I had a feeling.” The blue dog girl hopped off the bed and turned to face Oliver straight ahead, to make it seem like Roberta was a giant from his perspective. She then sultrily stomp-walked at a moderately slow pace towards the white dog; her size twenty bare feet looked even bigger in those orange pants of hers. Onto Oliver’s nude body she stepped, first his legs and pee pee, then his chest and tummy, then gently onto his face, where he had another smell of those blue feet and noticed how the stinky cheesy foot smell was more evident. Roberta once more stood on Oliver’s penis and balls and balanced herself for a few seconds, then took her spot on the bed. Fiona was next, and her feet lightly tapped on the front side of the penis like a punching bag. Then came Vanessa’s turn, and her technique consisted of holding the penis down with the sole of one foot and using the other foot to glide slowly back and forth along the shaft and the head. The aqua dog then nodded subtly to Mona, who sandwiched Oliver’s white pee pee between the soles and squeezed it at intervals. Felicia’s turn came next, and she rubbed the ball of her right foot along the head of the penis as she held down the shaft with the toes of her left foot. Finally, Cappy got her turn, and the beaver rubbed each sole a few times over the entirety of the white dog boy’s penis, alternating between her left foot and right foot. During this whole process, Oliver at times felt the urge to release his semen, but managed to hold it back.

“Okay Oliver,” said Roberta as she suddenly placed her toes on her friend’s face. “Lick away!”

Oliver rubbed his nose along the balls of Roberta’s feet and had a few passionate licks of the salty toes and sweaty arches. “Yum!” he said enthusiastically. At the same time, he had a feel of Vanessa and Mona’s feet with his hands, gently massaging the heels, arches, balls, and toes, sometimes gliding his fingers across their neat and tidy toenails. Down at Oliver’s lower body, Fiona and Felicia sat on either side of him and stroked their feet up and down his legs, admiring the sensation of the smooth young white skin. Cappy went straight to work on Oliver’s erect penis, passionately rubbing her soles and toes all over it, and sometimes she would join Fiona and Felicia in fondling the testicles with their wiggly plump toes.

With six pair of big shapely feet interacting with his naked body, Oliver was having the time of his life, as always when others let him indulge in his fantasies. There he was, laying on his back on the rug, blushing with a horny look on his face, his tongue lapping Roberta’s colossal feet, his legs spread out in front of him. The further the girls continued, the more tingly his penis became.

“Ready to give us some love cream?” asked Felicia.

“Oh yes, I need to cum fast!” exclaimed Oliver as he wiggled his toes.

“The power of three?” asked Cappy, taking a sniff of her big brown feet. “Phew! My feet might almost be as stinky as Matt’s!”

“Let’s do it!” replied Fiona and Felicia.

Oliver panted lightly as the raccoon, hyena, and beaver gave his penis a good rub with their bare tootsies, all the while giving him sexy looks. His breathing became more and more tense, and Cappy eventually took the lead, rhythmically stroking the thick mushroom head of that white penis with the sole of her right foot and fondling the plump testicles with her left foot. A few more strokes on the meaty ball of Cappy's big foot and it happened — semen shot out of Oliver’s penis in at least six or seven squirts, some of it landing on the beaver girl’s jeans.

“Dirty puppy you are!” said Cappy.

“Oooooh messy boy!” exclaimed Vanessa.

“How do you feel now?” asked Mona.

“Very satisfied,” said Oliver, catching his breath. “This is my best type of playdate a boy can have, pleasured by the feet of many pretty girls or boys, or even both at the same time.”

“That means so much to all of us,” said Roberta.

Fiona played with a glob of Oliver’s semen on Cappy’s feet before absorbing it like a lotion. “We thought your tongue might be a bit tired from all the licking, so I rubbed it all the way in.”

“Thanks a billion Fiona!” chuckled Cappy. “My feet will be shiny for a good while.”

“So,” said Roberta, “have any urgent matters you have to take care of with the Minimighty Squad?”

Oliver gasped and instantly jumped up. “Margot’s diorama!” He snatched his walkie-talkie and turned it on. “Come in, Minimighty Squad! This is Oliver. What’s your status?”

“We’ve just located Margot’s U.S. history project inside the bed of a black Honda Ridgeline!” came Greg’s voice. “It’s driving pretty quickly past the intersection of Dorian Avenue and Goldtree Pike!”

“I’m on it!” cried Oliver as he turned off his walkie-talkie and hurriedly got dressed, stopping just short of the door. “Wait! Uh, Cappy? One more question.”

“I’m listenin’,” said Cappy.

“I’d love to meet your dad sometime and… could I maybe have a little… fun with him, if you know what I mean?”

“Sure thing, I’ll call or text you when we’ve arranged something.”

“Bye Oliver!” said the other girls.

“Go for the gold!” said Roberta. Once Oliver was out of the house, all the girls got together for a group feet pic with their soles facing Roberta’s phone camera, setting a timer for ten seconds to ensure it went smoothly.

“We’ve definitely gotta send that to Ollie,” said Vanessa, ruffling her hair a little. “After we get word that today’s Minimighty Squad case has been solved, of course.”

“I’m so glad he joined them right when they were on the brink of disbanding,” said Mona.

“Aren’t we all,” said Felicia, followed by a few seconds of awkward silence. “Now what?”

The End