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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.

A Foxy Fascination 2: Copper Joins The Crew

Benny Sims was once an average businessman, working a desk job as an accountant for a regional bank based in the east-central Appalachian region, which prompted his family to relocate to the Knoxville area from Bethesda, Maryland. Every two weeks he would receive a hefty paycheck, more than enough to support himself, his wife Gloria, and their two daughters, fourteen-year old Mary Claire and nine-year old Ruby, with necessities and leisurely activities, be it the weekly trip to the grocery store, the occasional doctor’s appointment, a family outing to the mall, visiting his in-laws who lived nearby, extra school supplies, or even the white 1991 Cadillac Allante convertible he purchased brand new.

Despite those luxuries, however, the blue donkey man sensed that his life was becoming increasingly humdrum. His family of four lived in a small two-bedroom upstairs rental unit in a duplex, which was luckily not too far from his job, but he strongly desired to save up for a larger, nicer home. One night a week Benny would walk four doors down to a small tavern and drink a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon to clear his mind of his struggles while chatting with the bartender. One afternoon in early October, while visiting the small charming town of Candle Gap, his once mundane life was shifted into overdrive when he first met a ten-year-old red fox boy by the name of Tod Keebler, who gave the donkey a true sexual awakening less than two hours later. The two exchanged phone numbers when it was time for Benny to head back home, but he decided not to program Tod’s number for his MicroTAC’s speed dial function so as not to raise any suspicion from his wife or daughters. It was the start of a double life, and he was thrilled to lead it.

On the last Friday morning of the month, the day before Halloween, Benny was getting ready for work and had just finished brushing his teeth when he heard his cell phone ringing in the bedroom. He picked it up and instantly got goosebumps upon noticing that same phone number on the screen.

“Hello, is this Tod?” he asked, keeping his voice down.

“Hiya Benny,” replied Tod’s voice. “It sure is.”

“Good morning, my foxy boy.”

Tod giggled. “G’mornin’. I was wondering something.”

“What?”

“Do you wanna come to Candle Gap and stay with me for the weekend?”

Benny gasped. “Heck yeah I do! After I get off work and you get out of school of course.”

“Mhm, that’s right. I’ll introduce you to my family and some of my very best friends.”

“Coolio. What time does your school let out?”

“Three in the afternoon.”

“I’ll clock out at around two so that I can see you right after school, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds wonderful,” said Tod. “Your office will be a-okay with that, I’m sure.”

“Definitely,” said Benny.

“I’ll most likely be hanging around the center of our small town.”

“Perfect, I’ll see you in about seven hours.”

“Yep, it’s gonna be a weekend to remember.”

Benny giggled. “Love you Tod.”

“Love you too Benny,” replied Tod. “Toodle-oo!”

“Bye now,” said Benny, hanging up the call and putting his phone in his briefcase. He stood in front of the mirror and posed in his freshly ironed gray business suit, looking dashing as always with his tall slender figure. When it was time for him to leave for work, he gathered all of his belongings and met his family in the kitchen.

“Hi Daddy,” said Mary Claire. “I stayed up till 12:45 a.m. working on that history paper. Five pages long! Such a relief to finally be done with it.”

“Way to go, sweetheart!” said Benny, high-fiving his eldest daughter. “Um, hey girls? Gloria?”

“Yes?” said the ladies in unison.

Benny sat at the kitchen table. “I have some important news for you. Ruby, honey, look at me. Daddy’s going to a big work conference up in Candle Gap for the weekend. It’ll be the two of you here with your mom, okay? She’s going to take you trick-or-treating tomorrow evening, and I’ll be back by Sunday afternoon.”

“Such a short notice, dear,” said Gloria.

“I know, I know. I just found out about it on the phone with my boss this morning.”

“We’ll take some Polaroids of ourselves in our costumes tomorrow, won’t we Mom?” asked Ruby.

“You bet we will, sweet darlin’,” said Gloria, hugging her daughter. “We’re gonna miss Daddy, and Daddy’s gonna miss us the same.”

“That’s right,” said Benny. “I know it’ll seem like a long time when I’m gone, but it’ll breeze on by.”

“Don’t you worry sis,” reassured Mary Claire, winking at her younger sister. “I’ll save you some extra Halloween candy.”

The work day for Benny started out pretty lively, as his desk phone often rang with requests from employees and contractors from other departments about various issues. As always, the donkey man redirected them to the appropriate points of contact if necessary. He glanced at his wristwatch every fifteen or so minutes, eagerly yet patiently awaiting the moment he would set foot outside of the office building. Lunch was a chicken salad sandwich with potato chips and a bottle of peach-flavored sparkling water, and Benny sat with his secretary Tessa as they caught up over sports and current events. As the donkey clicked away at his computer keyboard to send some more emails and reports, he glanced toward the window at the cloudy sky and noticed the incoming sunshine creating a reflection on the golden roof of the Sunsphere. With the last click of the “Send” button on the computer screen, Benny examined his watch again. It read 2:02 p.m.

“Yes, perfect timing!” he whispered excitedly. He grabbed his cell phone, briefcase, wallet, ID badge, access card, and keys before confidently stepping outside of his office, turning out the light and locking the door. A few of his coworkers and his boss Norman waved goodbye to him on his way through the open area to the elevators. Down he went from the ninth floor all the way to the underground parking garage, where his white convertible Cadillac sat parked in the corner. He danced a jig to the car, got in, started the engine, fastened his seat belt, and adjusted the rear view mirror before making his way out of the garage and eventually onto the Interstate. The drive northbound was mostly easy, aside from some minor traffic congestion due to some road work. Benny’s heart raced the moment he saw the exit sign for Candle Gap, yet he maintained his composure in order to drive safely down the winding off-ramp. Onto the six-lane-wide county road he turned, passing a Cracker Barrel, an RV park, and various fast-food places, hotels, gas stations, and heavy duty construction supply shops. Soon enough the road narrowed to two lanes through the half-bare deciduous forest, and less than ten minutes later the sight of quaint architecture and the surrounding bluffs welcomed him to Candle Gap, Tennessee.

Benny checked his wristwatch once more, which read 3:05 p.m. He snagged the first vacant parking spot he could find and stepped out of the car. Taking his time, the donkey ambled along the sidewalk, nodding and smiling at passersby and perusing various storefronts. Within minutes, across from the town hall, he discovered a large park with multiple recreational areas and a glimpse of Candle Gap Elementary School in the distance. Benny’s eyes searched the baseball field for Tod, but no one was there. Further along the pathway, he passed a bear couple hitting balls at the tennis court, and then a large group of children playing on the jungle gym.

“Benny!” called a familiar voice which startled him.

“That sounded like my name,” said Benny to himself. “It must be coming from this direction.” And so he turned and walked swiftly past the other side of the playground, towards a basketball court that he almost missed. Peeking from behind a tree, his heart beating faster and faster with excitement, Benny noticed four boys at the far end of the court in his peripheral vision.

“Oh Benny!” called the voice again, this time in a singsong tone. The donkey looked toward the source of that voice, and sure enough, it was he. That precious fox boy waving to him with a happy smile, wearing a long-sleeve aqua t-shirt with a Keith Haring design, gray sweatpants, and those same bright blue and yellow Asics Gel Lyte III gym shoes he wore when he first met his much older friend.

“TOD!” cried Benny as he jumped with joy and ran as fast as he could through the gated entrance to the court.

Once the blue donkey man was inside, Tod started sprinting towards him. “C’MERE BENNY!”

Both of them laughed their way across the blacktop to where they both met at half court, and Tod instantly leapt into Benny’s chest and wrapped his arms around in a tight hug. The donkey in return enveloped the fox in his own arms, twirling him around for at least ten seconds before putting him back down.

“Well, hi Benny!” said Tod, waving his tail. “It’s been weeks since we last saw each other.”

“I’ve been waiting patiently for a time like this to happen again, but it’s finally here!” said Benny, running his fingers through the fur tuft on Tod’s head.

“Not only that, but we also have the whole weekend to ourselves!”

“You sure you don’t have any homework to do before Monday?” asked Benny.

“Nope, I finished it during lunch,” said Tod.

“That means you’re as free as a bird!” replied Benny, tickling the fox boy’s neck which caused him to giggle. “Cutie pie!”

Tod put his arm around Benny’s torso and walked with him to the far end of the basketball court where the other three boys were. “Come meet my posse.”

“Is this the guy you were tellin’ us about?” asked a thirteen-year-old human boy with a brown curtain haircut.

“Yes, this fine gentleman is Benny Sims,” said Tod. “Benny, this is my friend Henry Messerschmidt.”

Henry shook the donkey’s hand. “A pleasure.”

“Hi,” said a shorter human boy who appeared about seven or eight.

“That’s my little brother Oliver,” said Henry.

“Nice to meet you Oliver,” said Benny.

“Hiya, my name’s Copper Strathmore,” said a ten-year-old light brown and white bloodhound mix boy with dark floppy ears, the tallest of the group. He wore a navy hoodie, faded skinny jeans with a couple of patches, and brown Timberland ankle boots.

“Ah, so you’re Copper, huh?” said Benny, shaking Copper’s hand. “Tod told me a bit about you.”

“He and I have known each other since we were six,” said Tod.

“I remember that time like it was yesterday,” said Copper, his country twang more evident. “It was summer vacation, Uncle Chief was busy changin’ tires on his ol’ Ford truck, my Momma was at her job, and for me there was really nothin’ to do. My favorite TV program hadn’t even gotten a new episode yet. So I ran off down the driveway when Uncle Chief wasn’t lookin’, and I eventually happened to come upon a path that led into the woods. Now normally I’d take shortcuts to wherever I wanna go, but this time I felt I could try goin’ right off the beaten track and discover some stuff. A bit further on down that path, I saw a terraced clearing with an awfully large log in the middle. It was all empty inside, so I got on my hands and knees and crawled right on in, making bird noises and calling out some of my favorite movie quotes.”

“How were the acoustics?” asked Oliver.

“Oh, almost everything echoed in there,” said Copper. “As soon as I reached the end, I was just gettin’ ready to climb out, when outta nowhere…” He nodded over to his best friend. “Tod?”

Tod nodded and positioned himself in front of Copper, then quickly bended over with his head upside down, doing his Curly Howard routine. “Hiya babe!”

Copper laughed pretty hard. “Oh I just love it! He snuck up on me and climbed on top of that there log like some kinda guy doing espa… esp… dammit, I keep forgettin’ that word!”

“Espionage,” said Tod.

“Yeah, it’s a thing with soldiers these days,” added Henry.

Tod looked at Benny. “Well Benny,” he said, “I know you probably haven’t had time to take a load off since you left home, so what do ya say we head to my place for a little bit?”

“Oh, I’d be happy to,” replied the donkey, smiling. “I look forward to seeing your house again and meeting your folks.”

“There’s still more house you haven’t even seen yet,” said Tod as he started to walk off with Benny out of the basketball court, but something had just popped into his head the next second. “Wait! Guys, I almost forgot! Dinner tonight at Cozy Haus? Around seven?”

“I’m in!” said Copper, giving a thumbs up.

“Then I should get cracking on my homework so that Henry and I can have enough time to get dressed and ready,” said Oliver.

“What, are you studying linear algebra in class or something?” asked Henry jokingly.

“Times tables, dummy.”

“Sorry that Antwon couldn’t come over here to meet Benny,” said Copper. “He had basketball practice right after school. I’ll page him to see if he wants to join us for dinner though.”

“Okay,” said Tod. “We’ll swing by and pick you guys up at about, say, 6:30ish. See you later, guys.”

“Nice meeting y’all too,” Benny chimed in.

And so the fox boy and the donkey man made their way out of the basketball court and into downtown, where the Allante was still parked. “There she is,” said Tod, patting the hood of the car. “Your squeaky clean slice of American sporty luxury.”

“Not your average Caddy for sure,” said Benny as he and Tod got in the car on either side. “My memory’s somewhat vague regarding directions to your neighborhood, I do remember the bridge by the waterfall though.”

“No worries, I’ll getcha there in a snap.”

Benny started the engine and lowered the convertible top before pulling out of the parking spot and onto the street. Fiddling with the radio dial, he soon came across the ‘80s rock station with “Situation Critical” by Platinum Blonde blaring through the speakers.

“Keep it on here, I LOVE this song!” cried Tod.

“Anything for a happy foxy fox,” said Benny with a wink. As he drove a bit faster down the next few streets, he would glance at the fox boy in the passenger seat beside him, his red head fur tuft blowing in the brisk autumn wind as they sang along to the radio. A few minutes later, they pulled into the driveway of Tod’s house, where three other cars were parked: a brown Dodge Ram pickup truck with white paneling, a teal Subaru Legacy sedan, and a silver Peugeot 505 station wagon. Once they were out of the car and at the front door, Tod unlocked it with his house key and stepped inside with Benny.

“I’m home!” he called out.

“Hi there, my sugar muffin!” greeted an older human lady in her late sixties as she came in from the living room and hugged Tod. “How was school?”

“Hi Grandma, school was fantastic today! I got an A+ on my English test, and — wait for it — I was named student of the month for the fifth grade!”

“Way to go Tod, I knew you could do it after all that studying.”

“Did I just hear someone got an A on his test?” asked a human man in his forties with light brown hair in a mullet as he descended the staircase with a human lady with permed blond hair, around the same age.

“Hi Mom, hi Dad!” said Tod. “You heard correctly.”

“So proud of you, honey,” said Tod’s mother. “This just might call for a trip to Cozy Haus for dinner.”

“Waaaay ahead of you Mom. I already invited a few of my friends to join me at that awesome restaurant. Speaking of which, this is Benny.”

“Ah, so you’re Benny,” said Tod’s father, extending his hand. “Lowell Keebler. Pleasure to meet ya.”

“Likewise,” said Benny, returning the handshake.

Tod’s mom also initiated a cordial handshake. “I’m Suzanne,” she said, “and this is my mother who lives with us.”

“What a refined gentleman you are, Benny,” said Tod’s grandmother, hugging him warmly. “My name’s Beulah, but most folks know me as Widow Tweed.”

“Widow?” wondered the donkey. “God rest your husband’s soul.”

“Thanks dear. He was so full of spirit.”

Benny thought for a moment. “So, any other foxes in the family?”

“I’m afraid not,” said Suzanne. “Tod’s the only one.”

Benny looked surprised. “Oh…”

“You okay buddy?” asked Lowell.

“Yeah, it’s just that I need to, uh… use the bathroom.”

“Sure,” said Widow Tweed. “There’s one upstairs in the hall, and one over by the den.”

Once Benny went upstairs to the bathroom, he locked the door and sat on the closed toilet seat, getting teary-eyed and burying his face in his hands. Just like that, he started sobbing, though not too loudly so that no one would find out that he felt sad. Two or so minutes later, he heard a gentle knock on the door and quickly wiped his tears.

“I’m still in here,” he called out. “Who is it?”

“It’s Tod,” came the fox’s sweet young voice.

Benny took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. “Hi there.”

Tod noticed something was wrong. “What’s the matter? I heard you crying.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be. It’s okay to cry. Here, let’s go in this guest room and you can tell me about it.” Tod led Benny there, closed the door, sat on the bed alongside him, and handed him a box of Kleenexes.

“Thanks Tod,” said Benny, taking a tissue and blowing his nose. “I had no idea you were adopted. I thought for sure your immediate family was made up of foxes like yourself.”

“I know, I was worried you might be disheartened at that. But you know what?” Tod looked straight into Benny’s eyes with a soothing smile. “My adoptive family still loves me, cares for me, and supports me through thick and thin.”

Benny nodded as a sign that he understood. However, his tears welled up in his eyes again and his lips quivered.

“Oh Benny, come here,” said Tod, holding the crying donkey in his arms. “Shhhhh… shhhhh… don’t be sad. Try to think happy thoughts. Sunshiny faces, friends and family, ice cream, warm hugs, sweet kisses, rainbows, puppies…”

“And you?” asked Benny amidst sobs.

“And me.” The kindhearted fox boy dabbed the donkey’s teardrops from his cheeks with another tissue, and the two shared a passionate kiss on the lips for at least fifteen seconds. Benny sniffled a little bit and smiled.

“I taste cotton candy on your lips,” he said. “And your breath is pepperminty fresh.”

“A boy’s gotta be healthy and happy,” said Tod, showing off his pearly white smile. “Say, you wanna…?”

“What?” wondered Benny with a chuckle.

“You wanna finish our house tour, then we could go to that super secret watering hole to cool off with some skinny dipping?”

The donkey man’s heart instantly fluttered with delight. “Heck yeah!”

Both of them left the guest room, and Tod proceeded to show Benny the rest of the upstairs, including Tod’s cozy bedroom which the donkey immediately recognized from his last visit, the primary suite belonging to his parents, Widow Tweed’s room, and another guest room which connected to Tod’s room via a jack-and-jill bathroom. Tod opened another door in the hallway to reveal a hidden staircase leading to the third floor space, consisting of a pool table and several musical instruments, such as drum machines, an electronic drum set with geometric pads and brass cymbals, and various keyboards from the 1980s.

“All these synthesizers…” said Benny in awe. “This all you?”

“You got it,” replied Tod, clicking his fingers. “This Roland D-50 is one of my absolute favorites. Such a rich, gorgeous sound. You hear it in so many popular songs, along with the Yamaha DX7 which I also own.” He turned on the D-50 and its respective amplifier, then played an atmospheric sequence of notes and chord progressions with the “Fantasia” patch.

“I know I’ve probably said this over and over, but you never cease to amaze me with your musical talent,” said Benny with a dreamy look in his eyes.

Tod powered off the keyboard and amp for the time being. “Of course not, I’m always here to amaze people.” Going downstairs and past the foyer, he showed Benny around the remainder of the house, including the living room with a brick fireplace, the formal dining room, the large eat-in kitchen, the screened-in porch and pool area complete with a slide that led into the swimming pool itself, and the spacious backyard surrounded by a freshly painted privacy fence. Watching from the porch, Widow Tweed waved at her grandson and his friend as they exited through the side gate towards the front of the house.

“We’ll be back soon Grandma!” called Tod from below.

“Love you darlin’!” said Widow Tweed.

As the autumn wind slowly picked up, Tod and Benny walked down a quiet side street and onto a dirt trail, and soon enough they came across a wheat field with rolling hills and a breathtaking view of the Great Smoky Mountains in the background. No one else was in sight. A wave of nostalgia suddenly hit Benny, reminding him of the times he frolicked in such environments as a kid in the ‘60s.

“Impressive, huh?” said Tod.

“Darn tootin’,” replied Benny. “No one owns this land, right?”

“Not that I know of. They wouldn’t care anyway.”

“Ready for me to feel like I’m eight years old all over again?”

“In what way?” asked Tod with a giggle.

“Now when I say go…” began Benny, and in the blink of an eye he took off running down the lush yellow landscape. Realizing what was on his friend’s mind, the fox boy gave chase, giggling along the way with his bushy tail dancing in the wind behind him. The donkey man ensured not to stray too far from Tod, for he wanted to feel the excitement of playing this way with a young boy in the same way he did during his own childhood. From one hill to the other, they sprinted and romped around, going in haphazard circles until they collapsed together, laughing away.

“Whew, I’m already getting hot in this work suit,” said Benny, fanning his head.

“I feel you Benny,” said Tod as he did the same. “We’re both sweating like pigs.”

“In that case, wanna cool off?”

“C’mon, you didn’t have to ask me that, of course I do!”

Tod and Benny walked across the other side of the field to another section of woods, where the path was less obvious. As they continued on, the fox asked, “Did I ever tell you the story of my adoption?”

“Nope,” said Benny. “But now that you mention it, I’m curious to hear.”

Tod crouched under some low tree branches. “I don’t remember it from memory because I was very, very young, so I learned all of this from my mom. I was born in late November of 1981 to a vixen who was suffering from an abusive relationship with a fox guy she met in college, and one night he shot her dead in an argument after coming home inebriated. Luckily, the man was arrested that same night, and the local deputies rescued me. Meanwhile, Grandma had just lost her husband to stage four pancreatic cancer, and our church held a funeral for him. Four days before Christmas, the church’s chorus director, Ernestine Hall — who is affectionately known as Big Mama and is like a second mother to me — saw a flyer on a telephone pole about a baby boy who needed a home and family as soon as possible. So then, with help from the community, she was able to retrieve me and deliver me to the Keeblers’ doorstep in a bassinet, along with a folder containing my birth certificate, medical records, and some adoption papers. I was the family’s Christmas miracle.”

“Aww, what a sweet story,” said Benny. “You’re so lucky to have grown up in such a loving family.”

“Which makes me feel so bad for those other kids in dysfunctional households,” said Tod, climbing up a small rocky ledge. “Sorry if I bothered you with all this serious talk.”

“Oh no no no, it’s all good!” laughed Benny. “It’s part of getting to know you more and more.” He then felt an urge between his legs. “Oh man, I really need to go pee pee.”

“I’m certain you can hold it till we get to our hiding place.”

Further down along the path, perfectly hidden beneath the forest, was a lake roughly twice the size of an Olympic swimming pool. The water was surprisingly blue and crystal clear for a natural body of water that no one else knew about, with the only signs of life underwater consisting of tiny, harmless freshwater fish. Once Tod and Benny found a spot next to the lake, they stood facing each other.

“Time to get outta these gloomy old work clothes!” said Benny, taking his dress shoes and black cotton socks off.

“Hehe, we’ve always gotta start with the shoes and socks,” said Tod as he took his own sneakers and dirty white socks off, revealing his large bare reddish-brown human-like feet that Benny had always dreamed of seeing again.

“That definitely helps.” Benny proceeded to remove his blazer, followed by his tie, dress shirt, belt, suit pants, and cotton briefs, presenting his tall and slender blue body in the nude.

“Hi nakie donkey stud!” said Tod playfully, ditching his long-sleeve t-shirt, jeans, and youthful looking tighty whities.

“Oh Tod, you’re so beeeeautiful!” said the donkey as he stood where his half-mast blue circumcised penis was over the edge of the lake. He wiggled it a little bit in an effort to relieve himself, but nothing came out yet. “Oh c’mon, c’mon, come out already!”

“Here Benny, I’ll help ya.” Tod stood close to Benny and gently held the latter’s penis with his hand, stroking his thumb along the head, and just like that, a golden stream of pee shot out from the hole in that blue mushroom head and straight into the water. With the other hand, Tod held Benny’s sweaty testicles and gently scratched them with his neatly trimmed fingernails. The donkey panted in utter relief and wiggled his blue tail around, and the fox soon felt the pee pee twitching in his hand and then releasing more urine into the lake.

“Oooh,” uttered Benny.

“All finished?” asked Tod with a smile once that stream finished running out. “Just tell me when.”

Benny peed another tiny spurt.

“Hmhm,” giggled Tod, lifting his left foot and wiggling his plump toes once, arousing Benny and causing his penis to twitch and tinkle a bit more. Another toe wiggle. Squirt! Toe wiggle. Squirt!

“Haha, that’s the end of it,” said Benny, chuckling. “You’re right, the touch of your tender hands helped immensely.”

“Anything for a friend,” said Tod. “And that little tease from my feet?”

Benny nodded yes and walked up to a rock protruding into the water. “Mhm. So, shall we take a dip?”

“You make the first move,” said the fox boy with his hand cocked on his hip.

Benny took a few steps back, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. When he felt that he was ready, he made a graceful swan dive into the lake. His body temperature instantly reacted to the chilly water temperature, and his exposed penis twitched and became more erect for the same reason. He could see perfectly underwater as there was no trace of murkiness. Around ten seconds later, Tod did a cannonball from that same diving spot and swam closer to Benny. Together, holding their breath, they maneuvered underwater, showing off each other’s swimming skills and waving to some more little fish passing by, before surfacing back up for air.

“Ahhhh,” sighed Tod happily, rubbing his eyes to clear up his vision. “Nothing beats a swim in a peaceful haven amidst the beautiful fall colors. Especially with no swimsuits on.”

“Embracing the beauty of nature, so to speak,” said Benny.

“Exactly.” Tod wrapped his arms around himself. “Oooh, I can feel goosebumps on my skin, can you?”

“Some of the hairs on my arms are already standing up, that gives it away. The water’s still pretty cool, but more in a soothing way than it was when I jumped in.”

Tod scooted close to the blue donkey, treading water in the process. He placed his hands on Benny’s arms and stroked them up and down, helping increase the latter’s body heat, before moving to the chest and shoulders and massaging them in that same manner. The fox kissed each of Benny’s two nipples and played with them with his fingers, making them erect. “Hey, look down! An otter below us!”

Benny gasped and looked down. “Really?”

Tod lightly kicked Benny’s pee pee with his right foot. “Gotcha!”

“Nnngh, so THAT’S what you wanted me to see.”

“And feel,” said Tod, who then breathed in and submerged himself completely under the water, giving the donkey’s penis some more rubs with his bare feet.

“Cheeky little boy,” said Benny, grunting in pleasure.

Tod once again surfaced back up and rubbed his eyes and nose, yet he kept up his fancy, foxy footwork. “Doing this in the water makes it feel like a slimy eel or something of that nature is caressing against my feet.”

“Heh, yeah, but it’s the amount of room that counts.”

“Hold on, I think I might have some water in my ear,” said Tod, tipping his head to the side and tugging on his left ear a little bit to clear out said water. “Say that again?”

“I said the thing that counts is the amount of room my pee pee has on your feet. Just enough room.”

Tod laughed. “Tell that to Copper too. He’s had such an impressive growth spurt in the past few years that he’s the tallest boy in my class.”

“Big on a few things, huh?” said Benny.

“Yes,” said the fox boy. “Chief once told me that his nephew would fit the definition of a male model.”

“And so would you. A tween male model, to be exact. Hnngh, I might be… c-cumming…”

Tod’s feet rubbed Benny’s hard blue penis at a faster moderate pace. “Hehe, hope your orgasm will look pretty cute.”

Benny panted like a dog and looked down into the water as he saw his penis throb and throb with surging bliss due to the combination of the cool lake water and the fox’s smooth slippery soles and plump Egyptian shaped toes. And then it happened. Underwater, thick wads of semen shot out from his pee pee and floated around, almost looking like minuscule white tadpoles.

“Very cute indeed!” said Tod.

“Glad you like what you see,” replied Benny, catching his breath. “Your turn?”

“You guessed correctly. I kinda wanna do it while we’re drying off, maybe on that rock we stood on before we dove in?”

“Won’t we stay chilly though?”

“Nope, it’s actually getting a degree or two warmer out here.”

Tod and Benny swam back over to the big rock and climbed out of the water onto the smooth flat top of it. The donkey laid on his back with his feet thrust out in front of him, and the young fox positioned himself on his side in front of Benny to where his circumcised penis, white like his belly with a pinkish mushroom head, was mere inches away from those large blue Egyptian soles. Tod’s and Benny’s bodies shone in the sliver of sunlight coming in from a small gap in the trees, and droplets of lake water slowly trickled down their damp skin.

“Sweet sweet warmth,” said Tod.

“And natural beauty,” said Benny, stroking the fur tuft on Tod’s head.

“Mmmm, gimme those feet, you sexy thing.” In just one move, the fox’s penis came into contact with the donkey’s bare feet, mainly rubbing along the balls and toes. At the same time, Benny felt the tops of Tod’s feet lightly brush against one of his hairy, fleshy thighs.

“Wish we had a radio with us to play some sultry music,” said Benny.

“I know right?” replied Tod. “As long as the volume’s turned down super low.”

“Yep, don’t wanna risk getting caught. I’m a genuine closet rebel.”

“A rebel with the most evident of causes.”

The more Tod’s pee pee dug into Benny’s soles, the tenser his breath became. Before long, he was on the brink of orgasm, moaning in pleasure, his legs nearly shaking as he tried to hold in the sperm that was building up inside him, as he wanted so much to keep going. Of course he couldn’t, for before he could give Benny a heads up, his own young milky semen coated the donkey’s blue toes.

“Doing this in nature was quite an experience,” said Benny.

“It’s not over yet!” said Tod suddenly, getting on all fours and licking up his creamy mess.

“Ohohohohoho!” laughed Benny from the tickle sensation of the fox boy’s tongue. “That tickles so muhuhuhuhuhuhuch!!”

“A grown man’s gotta get his tickle fix every now and then,” said Tod, giggling as he kept licking.

Once all the semen was gone, the two took a moment to compose themselves in the peace and quiet of their secret spot. Tod stood up and walked over to the piles of his and Benny’s clothes when all of a sudden he heard a familiar beeping sound coming from his sweatpants pocket. Reaching in, he took out his pager and saw a new message.

Benny quickly stood up and ran over to his wristwatch laying on the ground next to his clothes. “Good gravy, is it time already?”

“It’s just a message from Copper,” said Tod, putting his clothes back on. “He says Antwon will be going with us to dinner too. But we’ve got plenty of time before we need to leave the house.”

“Whew, that’s good,” said Benny, beginning to get dressed as well. “Hey, look at that, my suit’s not even ruined from the leaves and dirt. So bizarre. One less trip to the dry cleaners to worry about.”

After Benny’s suit was all the way on, just to be sure there were no noticeable stains, Tod brushed the legs of his friend’s dress pants. “We’ll get you into some more casual duds, this restaurant isn’t too terribly formal when it comes to proper attire.”

“I actually have a change of clothes in my briefcase,” said Benny. “Speaking of clothes, I don’t think I was able to get myself a Halloween costume for tomorrow night.”

“We’ve got you covered on that as well,” said Tod.

It was around 5:45 p.m. when both of them arrived back at Tod’s house. Benny walked upstairs to the guest bedroom, opened his briefcase, and took out a dark brown sport coat, a pink polo, medium blue jeans, white socks, and dressy casual saddle-colored sneakers. As for Tod, he picked out a pea green sweater, a yellow short sleeved button-down shirt to wear underneath, and khaki corduroy pants, yet he decided to continue wearing the socks and shoes he had on. Each of them applied his own deodorant, and Tod added a smidge of hair product to his head tuft. At 6:30, when everyone left the house, Suzanne granted Benny permission to take the Peugeot wagon while she took the Subaru with her husband and mother. Tod and Benny got into the driver’s seat and front passenger seat, respectively.

“What a marvelous set of wheels this is!” said Benny. “Immaculate condition too. The upholstery has that fine European cloth smell.”

“Thanks,” said Tod. “My mom bought it just last week after her Honda Accord died. She’s always had a soft spot for French cars. At the car lot, she almost bought a BMW when she noticed this majestic, gleaming silver Peugeot 505 at the last moment. She got the much better bang for her buck. You comfortable driving a stick?”

Benny looked at the stick shift. “Geez, it’s been a good while since I last drove one, but I can handle it.”

Tod nodded. “Let’s hear that engine purr.”

Benny took the Peugeot key, inserted it into the ignition, and jiggled the gearshift to ensure it was in neutral. Pressing down on the clutch with his left foot, he turned the key to start the car, and he was immediately startled by the automatic shoulder belts whirring towards him and Tod and fitting themselves across their torsos.

“Automatic seat belts,” said Tod. “An added safety measure to protect you from the front airbags in a crash. That doesn’t mean you should forget the lap belt though, it’s next to your hip.”

“Oh, right,” said Benny, putting it on. He backed the car out of the driveway and started driving, with Tod giving directions as usual and Lowell’s car following close behind. The first stop was Copper’s house, a brick ranch on a multi-acre hillside lot with a fairly messy front yard, an old storage shed, a chain-link fence, and a few cars and heavy-duty vehicles parked in the driveway and on the adjacent grass. Walking out the side entrance door was Copper himself, clad in a light blue long sleeve button-down shirt, dark green jeans, and the same ankle boots he had been wearing earlier.

“Bye Momma, bye Uncle Chief!” he called out as he waved toward the house, before excitedly getting into the back seat of the car. “Hey y’all!” he said to Tod and Benny.

“Hey Copper,” replied Tod.

“You look awfully nice this evening,” said Benny.

“Thank ya sir,” said Copper with a wink as he buckled up. “I’m as starvin’ as Rip Van Winkle after he spent twenty years sleepin’ his ass off.”

“Tuh!” laughed Tod. “I’m surprised he was even still alive by then. But you know anything can happen in such legends.”

En route to the restaurant, they stopped to pick up Henry and Oliver from their place, then made yet another stop to pick up their other friend Antwon Hubbard, an African-American human boy in Tod and Copper’s history class. Oliver rode in the third row seat to allow Antwon to sit with Copper and Henry. Down the road the Peugeot went, just outside of town and alongside a small river, until they turned into a three-quarters-full parking lot in front of a Tudor-style building with an operating grist mill and water wheel on the side.

“Hellooo Cozy Haus!” said Tod enthusiastically.

“I’ve got a mighty hankerin’,” said Copper, “but I just don’t know exactly what I’m gonna get this time.”

“Me neither,” added Oliver.

“Remember the time me ’n’ my pops came here and got that giant pretzel ‘bout the size of that water wheel?” asked Antwon.

“I wasn’t with y’all Antwon,” said Copper.

“Never heard that story before,” said Tod.

“Dude, their baked goods are pretty sick,” said Henry.

“Yo!” cried Antwon. “Empty spot over there, dawg. Pull in before somebody else snags it.”

Benny gracefully steered the station wagon into said parking spot on the gravel. “You boys seem pretty darn hyped up about this place, the locals must flock here constantly for dinner.”

“Keep in mind, it is a Friday night,” said Tod. “Bunch of games on TV and special deals.”

As Benny and the boys got out of the car, the rest of Tod’s immediate family pulled into a nearby spot, giving everyone ample time to greet each other before entering the restaurant. Widow Tweed greeted the general manager who put in Keebler, party of nine, while everyone waited in the front lobby adjacent to the bakery section. Less than ten minutes later, their party was called via loudspeaker, and everyone followed the manager to a round table with nine chairs, where he set a menu down at each place. Obviously, the adults sat on one side while the kids sat on the other, with Benny sitting next to Tod.

Cozy Haus certainly lived up to its moniker. The dining room looked like it came straight out of a fairy tale cottage, albeit much larger. Charming antique decor adorned the walls, including a cuckoo clock that sounded off every hour, and a nineteenth-century fireplace gave the restaurant’s patrons just the right amount of warmth. The menu was large, but not truly extensive, and comfort food options graced the pages. Complimentary bread and butter was served along with everyone’s choice of beverage. For their meals, Lowell and Suzanne shared a medium rare porterhouse steak and garlic mashed potatoes, Widow Tweed had an entree-portion Cobb salad, Benny had an Emmentaler and fontina grilled cheese sandwich on sourdough with a crock of tomato bisque, Tod had käsespätzle with a side of roasted kohlrabi, Copper had a bacon cheddar burger on a pretzel bun with a side of fries, Henry had red beans and rice, and Oliver and Antwon each had shepherd’s pie. Later that night, the group went back downtown and stopped at Voigt’s Ice Cream for dessert, where they sat inside the parlor’s retro pink and white interior, and Tod got his usual, two scoops of mint chip in a house-made waffle cone.

The next morning, Benny slept in for a good while before waking up. Putting on a pair of warm slippers, he walked out of his room and down to Tod’s door and gently knocked on it. No response. He barely cracked the door open and peeked his head in to see if the fox was still asleep, but his bed was empty and already made. Just then, he noticed a faint yet delicious aroma coming from downstairs, already making him even hungrier for breakfast. Slowly, Benny walked downstairs and through the living room to the kitchen, and to his surprise, there was Tod in his pajamas, standing at the stove and using a crêpe spreader to spin some batter in a crêpe pan.

“Morning Benny!” he said, turning his head toward the donkey with a joyful grin.

“Good morning Tod,” replied Benny, kissing the fox on the cheek. “All this time you were cooking breakfast like a pro?”

“Crêpes for everyone! What do you like on yours?”

Benny licked his lips. “Hmmm, got any raspberries?”

“Sure do,” said Tod. “We also have other berries, bananas — which I hate — lemons, Nutella, sugar, jams and preserves, sauces, you name it.”

“I’m not really a banana guy either,” said Benny. “Banana flavored candy isn’t bad though.”

Tod transferred the finished crêpe to a plate with a spatula and got to work on the next one, pouring some more batter onto the pan, spreader in hand. “Well yes, banana flavor I can tolerate, like in the assorted Runts. But bananas by themselves, with that texture? YECH!”

“What’s your ideal crêpe Tod?”

“Nutella with granulated sugar sprinkled on top. Mmmmm, just can’t beat it.”

“Ooooh, now that you mention it, may I have a second one just like that please?”

“Certainly. Nothing wrong with an early sweet tooth on Hallows’ Eve.”

After Tod finished preparing breakfast, he joined Benny and the other Keeblers in the breakfast nook in the kitchen. Everyone discussed the day’s agenda as they ate: Lowell and Suzanne were planning to run errands around town and do some shopping for the night’s festivities, Widow Tweed had pumpkins to carve, and Tod and Benny decided that they would go over to Copper’s place to help set up various decorations and party activities for the evening, and also to hang out for a good while. And so the two brushed their teeth and got dressed before heading out in Benny’s Cadillac. It was now misting outside, a relieving moisture in the crisp Tennessee autumn. Along the way, Tod had Benny make a quick stop at the party supply store so that the donkey could pick out a Halloween costume for himself, which ended up being a Ghostbuster suit, complete with the necessary props. Upon arriving at Copper’s, Benny noticed a gray-colored dog man of a mixed breed, dressed in a long-sleeve flannel shirt with a tank top underneath, brown pants, black work boots, and a baseball cap, driving a tractor toward some square hay bales to lift them up and place them in the vast field behind the house. Stopping the tractor for a moment, he motioned Benny to park the car in a safe spot on the gravel, then gave a thumbs-up when that was done.

“Well, whaddya know?” he said in a cracking voice coupled with his deep country accent as he stepped down from his tractor. “What brings y’all varmints to muh homestead when the day’s still young ’n’ fresh?”

“Hey Chief,” said Tod. “We thought you folks could use a healthy dose of assistance for the spookiest night of the year.”

“Oh you’re mighty kind Tod,” said Chief, patting the fox on the back. “Who’s the feller with ya?”

“This is Benny,” said Tod.

“I’m a new friend,” said Benny.

“First time in this sleepy Smoky Mountain town?” asked Chief.

“Second actually.”

Chief extended his hand. “Earl Wayne Brubeck Jr.’s the name. All them folks call me Chief.”

“Chief it is then,” said Benny, returning the handshake.

“If y’all are lookin’ high ’n’ low for muh hound dog of a nephew, he’s right on inside.”

“Really?” wondered Tod. “Huh, I paged him about three, four minutes ago. Maybe he —” Just then he heard his beeper and checked it. “Chores. I figured.”

“That don’t mean you ain’t gotta say hi,” said Chief.

When Tod and Benny walked through the front door, they found Copper carrying a huge load of clean clothes in a laundry basket on the way to his bedroom. At the moment, the hound dog boy was wearing the same pair of patched-up faded skinny jeans with slight cuffs at the ankles and a brown belt with a teddy bear-shaped brass buckle, along with some comfortable black and red sneakers that showed signs of wear and tear. Since the heat was turned on inside the house, Copper had decided to go shirtless.

“Look at you, hey there handsome,” said Benny.

Copper grunted a bit as he readjusted the full basket in his arms. “Whew, perfect timing boys. Mind gettin’ this here door for me?”

Tod hurried to the door labeled “Copper’s Lair” at the end of the carpeted hall and opened it for his best friend, who set the laundry basket down on the bed. “Willikers!” said the fox, inhaling the scent of lavender. “Your room is totally spotless. Usually there’s clothes strewn all over the floor and the bed, along with the faint smell of stinky socks in your dirty clothes hamper.”

“I’ve been up since 6:30 gettin’ these chores situated for the hours leadin’ up to Halloween,” said Copper. “I lifted around fifty stacks of hay bales all by myself, just using some muscle. The early bird gets the worm, ya know.” He chuckled a little.

“Glad your uncle came out to assist you with that handy John Deere of his,” said Benny. “We don’t want ya to be overworked.”

“It’s never too much sweat for a country boy like me.”

“What are those hay bales for anyway?”

“Oh I can’t spoil the surprise too soon,” said Copper. “But I guaran-damn-tee ya it’s gonna be a mighty good one.” He thought for a second. “It’s kinda cramped in here for the three of us, let’s take this to the low level.”

“You sure you’re finished with your chores Copper?” asked Tod.

“Positive.”

The hound boy led his two friends to a door towards the other side of the house and opened it, going first down the steep, narrow staircase as slowly and carefully as possible. The others followed suit and found themselves in the wood-paneled basement, which doubled as a storage room of sorts. Among all the shelves and boxes of miscellaneous trinkets sat a plush purple couch facing a small TV, a refrigerator in the nearby corner, and an Ibanez bass guitar perched on a stand close to the wall. Copper showed Tod and Benny around the basement, showing them his most interesting finds and some crafts he made during previous school years. About fifteen minutes later, Tod went back outside to help Chief put up a special set of Halloween lights around the perimeter of the roof, leaving Copper and Benny alone together while the TV played softly.

“So whatcha gonna dress up as tonight?” asked Copper, nudging his sneakers off to reveal a pair of man-sized pink socks with light blue toes and heels, then propping one leg over the other.

“Oh, uh, a Ghostbuster,” said Benny.

“Heh, neat. I got a simple set of black long johns with a white skeleton body, so I’m gonna be callin’ my costume Skelehound.”

“Awww cute.” Benny took a quick peek at Copper’s socks as the latter flexed his toes in them. “If you want, you could probably show off that handsome bare chest of yours in that costume while we trick-or-treat around town.”

Copper chuckled. “That seems a bit questionable in public. But you can always dream.”

“You knew I was kidding though, right?”

Copper nodded yes. The two stayed silent as they watched a little more TV, and the sight and smell of the hound dog’s socks gradually aroused Benny, though the donkey man wasn’t yet sure how he should proceed. He eyed Copper’s tall figure from his socks up to his chest and nipples, then up to his face, to which Copper looked back at Benny and smiled before turning his eyes back to the TV. Slowly and sneakily, Benny inched his face closer to Copper’s right foot crossed over his left leg, then took a small, inaudible sniff. There it was again, that fresh cheesy sock smell hitting his nostrils. His hands inched up to Copper’s foot the same way, slipping just inside the jeans leg, to where his thumb started tugging on the cuff of the sock in an effort to peel it off. No more than two seconds had passed, and Copper quickly brought his hand to where Benny’s was, slipping that sock off followed by the other one, exposing his gorgeously shaped white Egyptian feet, tremendously large for his young age. The donkey looked down at his own crotch and noticed a raging tent poking up in his pants. At the same time, he began to sweat and fan his head with his hands from being in his long sleeves and pants with that same heat running throughout the basement.

“Oh man, I’m roasting in here,” said Benny.

“I can turn the heat down on the thermostat if you want,” said Copper.

“You don’t have to, it’s fine. I found my own way to cool myself off.”

“What do ya mean by that?”

Benny listened for sounds of the basement door opening and people approaching, which thankfully there were none. Feeling confident in his plan, he stretched his arms and began to disrobe, starting with his shoes and socks. Off went his long sleeve shirt next, and then his belt and pants. Putting his thumbs inside the waistband of his plain white Hanes briefs, his body tensed up even more, but he quickly calmed himself down with a deep breath and took his underwear all the way off. His erect penis was already leaking some pre from being aroused so much. Copper retained that same sexy relaxing pose and looked at Benny yet again, smiling cutely as a reaction to that naked blue body.

“W-w-what is it Copper?” asked Benny, his penis twitching like mad.

Copper wiggled all ten of his plump toes. “Nothin’. Just looking at you.”

Benny chuckled. “Anything in particular?”

“Your naked body of course…your pecs…your tootsies…your butt…your pee pee.”

“My pee pee, huh?”

“Mhm. It’s so hard ’n’ twitchy, and I know the reason why.”

“Wait…you know?” asked Benny, surprised.

Copper nodded. “My feet.”

“And I thought Tod was the only one who knew about—”

“He told me all about your quirks before you came here yesterday.”

“Just to you though, right?” asked Benny.

“Don’t you worry,” said Copper, brushing the blue head of Benny’s circumcised penis with his adorably big feet. “Best friends always keep secrets.”

Benny grunted in pleasure. “Allow me.”

Copper lifted both feet to the donkey’s face and curled his toes, allowing him to see the beautiful natural human toenails, left slightly long yet still groomed with bits of sock lint caught under them, and Benny dipped his nose into the plump wiggly toes to take a deep sniff. The stink was even stronger on the nostrils, like a mixture of gourmet washed-rind cheese and sweaty socks. Benny had a feel of the shapely, supple looking soles with his hands, all the way from the toes down across the balls and arches to the heels before going upwards the same way, and the creamy white skin of Copper’s bare feet felt so slick that there was little to no friction on Benny’s palms and fingers.

“How good is your nose Copper?” wondered Benny.

Copper sniffed the air, noticing the smells of Benny’s bare feet and of course his own. “As keen as ever, I am a hound dog after all. But then how good is that big ol’ penis o’ yours?”

The donkey glanced down at his pee pee. “As good as always whenever I’m in the moooooood.”

“Been dreamin’ about rubbin’ it all over muh big stinky feet?”

“I’ve done it with Tod’s feet for sure, but hoo-wee, I almost wasn’t expecting yours to be so sexy looking.”

“Whole lotta praise there Benny,” said Copper. “About time that dream came true.”

With that, the hound motioned the donkey man to come closer, and immediately his young yet huge white feet caressed the front side of the blue penis, rubbing five times with the right foot, then the left, and repeating that process for about a minute. Next, Copper sandwiched Benny’s penis between the arches, stroking up and down, up and down at a moderate pace. The sweat on his smooth-skinned soles acted as a lubricant of sorts, further amplifying the donkey’s intense pleasure.

“Nnngh,” grunted Benny.

“Havin’ a grand ol’ time there Benny?” asked Copper.

“Oh yes Copper, you’re just as talented as Tod is at this kinda thing!”

“You like this slower gentle speed?”

“That’s perfect,” said Benny. That same stroking continued for a minute and a half more, but just as he felt his semen building up in his penis, he wanted to try something else. “Could I explore the entirety of your soles please?”

“Like you needed to ask at all,” said Copper, laying down on the floor on his back with his legs straight up, his feet in the air, and his firm round butt stretching in those skintight jeans. “Have at ‘em.”

Benny hopped off the couch and stood in front of Copper, his blue penis perfectly level with the hound’s sweaty, stinky bare feet. At a slow yet rhythmic pace, he thrusted his hips back and forth to dig his pee pee up and down the soles and toes, to which Copper giggled and flexed his toes. Both of them had become moderately hot and sweaty, fanning their heads with their hands, both from the heat and from this sensual playtime. Benny continued wanking at that same pace, his penis feeling the bits of sock lint and the minor calluses on the heels and balls. He took hold of Copper’s ankles and drew closer and closer to his impending orgasm. And then it happened, with wads of thick warm semen squirting out all over Copper’s bare human feet, and some of it landing on his faded skinny jeans, particularly his legs and bottom.

“There she blows,” said Copper with a laugh.

“You really delivered the goods,” replied Benny. “Oooh man, my pee pee felt so good.”

Copper absorbed the semen into his feet like a foot cream. “That’s what this country boy wants to hear, plus ya can’t ever keep him down.”

Just then, Benny heard faint voices and the sound of footsteps coming from upstairs. “Oh my, I reckon I won’t have time to give you a turn ‘cause I don’t want anyone walking in on us.”

“It ain’t the end of the world Benny,” said Copper, putting his socks and shoes back on. “There’s always next time.”

“True,” said Benny.

“Maybe even sooner than you imagine,” said Copper.

As soon as the two got dressed again, they went back upstairs to the main level of the house. Just as they thought, Tod and Chief were back inside, joined by Copper’s mother who had just arrived home from work. Around lunchtime, Tod took Benny back to the same Hot ’N’ Now where the donkey’s foxy fascination first started, this time taking their burgers, fries, and pop to go. They sat on a park bench and did some people-watching as they ate, and later in the afternoon, Copper and Antwon met up with the fox and the donkey for a few races at a go-kart track. Right on the brink of sunset, the whole gang and several of their family and friends gathered at Copper’s to kick off a memorable Halloween celebration. Benny was dressed in his Ghostbuster suit, Tod was dressed as Ryo Saeba from City Hunter, and Copper was dressed as his “Skelehound” character in his glow-in-the-dark skeleton long john pajamas. To Benny’s amusement, Copper decided to go barefoot as part of his costume.

A bevy of games and activities awaited everyone. Tod and Henry were neck and neck while bobbing for apples, the haunted funhouse had many twists and turns while still providing a safe and fun experience, and the colossal hay maze was challenging enough to satisfy even the pickiest maze enthusiasts. Widow Tweed’s expertly carved jack o’lanterns received immense praise from the guests. Dinner consisted of some of the best barbecue in all of eastern Tennessee, consisting of ribs, chopped and sliced brisket, barbecue chicken, buttery baked Cheddar and parmesan mac and cheese, Brunswick stew, collard greens, and potato salad, plus various cold drinks in coolers. Soon enough, the time came for everyone to split into groups to trick-or-treat in the safest neighborhoods of town. Benny of course chaperoned for Tod and Copper, and the two preteen boys seemed to be whispering into each other’s ears while grinning mischievously.

“What seems to be on you two sweethearts’ minds?” asked Benny.

Tod and Copper shrugged.

“Could you be any more curious?” asked Tod cutely.

“I dare say, all that candy’s not the ONLY thing that’ll be sweet for us tonight,” said Copper, using a smooth rock on the soles of his bare feet.

“What’s that you’re using?” asked Benny.

“This here thingy is called a pumice stone,” said Copper. “It keeps your feet nice ’n’ smooth especially when walkin’ around on the sidewalk and streets with no shoes.”

“The question is, will they still be a bit…stinky?” asked Tod.

“Maybe, if’n I’m lucky.”

For a couple minutes, the boys taught Benny a special rhyme for whenever they asked for candy and other goodies at each door, and when all three of them were ready, they set off on foot, bags and baskets in hand. Kids and adults alike sported costumes of all shapes, colors, and sizes. Benny followed Tod and Copper to the front door of the first house with its porch light turned on, and Tod rang the doorbell. About five seconds later, the door opened to reveal a rabbit man in a button-down shirt and overalls along with his pig wife in a muumuu.

“Trick or treat!” rapped Tod.

“Smell my feet!” rapped Copper, lifting up his bare foot.

“Give us somethin’ neat and sweet!” rapped the boys and Benny in unison.

“Funny lil’ routine there gentlemen,” said the rabbit man, chuckling.

“Let’s see,” said the pig lady, holding out a bowl of various chocolate bars. “Each of you sweeties take two or three yummy goodies.”

“Thank you ma’am,” said Copper, grabbing some.

“Thanks,” said Tod and Benny, taking some as well.

“Have a safe and happy Halloween night,” said the husband.

The next three houses had lights turned off, so everyone skipped the first two, and the third had a note saying Gone Trick-Or-Treating: Please Take One with a bowl of candy on the front step. Things were looking up as they came across the edge of a slightly more populated neighborhood, and the next house was decked out with illuminated tombstone sculptures, fake cobwebs hanging from the awning, and a couple speakers playing “Werewolves Of London”. Through the front gate the trio sauntered, up to a young American badger man sitting on the porch with a plastic tub of king-size candy beside him.

“Trick or treat!” said Tod again.

“Smell my feet!” added Copper, raising his foot high in the air.

“Give us somethin’ neat and sweet!” they both said along with Benny.

“Heh heh, did you eager young’uns rehearse all that?” asked the badger.

“Our own modern spin on a classic little rhyme,” said Benny.

“Nothin’ wrong with that, what’ll it be boys? Some Necco wafers? Sky Bars? Ouch Bubble Gum? Lifesavers Intense Fruit Chews?”

“We’ll all take one of each please,” said Tod.

“Here ya go,” said the badger, putting each aforementioned candy in each bag. “And for the hound dog boy in spooky jammies, an extra blue raspberry Crazy Dips pop shaped like a foot, since I loooooove your beautiful feet. What’s your name kid?”

“Copper,” said Copper, stepping closer. “Copper Strathmore.”

“So glad to meetcha Copper, I’m Hiram. And you two are?”

“Tod Keebler,” said Tod. “Tod with one D. And this is Benny Sims.”

“Copper, Tod, and Benny,” said Hiram. “I’ll have to remember those names.” Just then he heard the screen door twang open, and two more badgers stepped out in matching kitty cat outfits. “You all set Fuchsia?”

“Mrowr,” meowed Fuchsia, Hiram’s nine-year-old daughter, waving her hand like a cat’s paw. “Let’s hope I can make it through the night with all nine of my lives.”

“Anyone tries to steal your Halloween loot, they’ll learn the hard way,” said Bernadine, Hiram’s wife.

“’Specially if it’s that pest who kept poking me with a pencil during class yesterday.”

“They say ignoring your enemies works like magic in a way,” said Tod. “The more you stop paying attention to them, the more they’ll be struck with boredom.”

Over the last hour and a half or so, Benny, Tod, and Copper impressed many others with their rhyme and gradually filled their bags to the rim. After returning home, when everyone else wasn’t looking, the two boys led Benny to the old storage shed on the side of the yard. Copper locked the large door with a special key and turned on the overhead light once inside. It was surprisingly spacious and not overly cluttered, with a foam mat in the middle of the room on which the three sat down.

“Oooh hoo hoo!” laughed Tod as he dumped out his candy collection from his bag. “Sweets galore!”

“Not to mention the monster size treasures from that one house,” said Copper as he did the same with his bag. “What was his name? H-Harry? No, it was, uh…”

“Hiram,” said Benny.

“Yeah, that’s right! Hiram! Did y’all see the bump in his ol’ jeans when he commented on my feet?”

Tod made a silly face. “OoooOOOoooh,” he cooed in a singsong tone. “Was it his…?”

Copper nodded yes and giggled.

“So random, which makes it all the more flattering,” said Tod.

Benny tugged on his costume, feeling hot once again despite the tiny trace of chilly air seeping in from outside the shed.

“Awww, is big boy’s body heat on overdrive again?” asked Copper.

“Now’s the time for you to show yourself off as natural as you can be,” said Tod. “All unrestrained.”

“Certainly,” said Benny, helping himself out of his costume. Suddenly, the fox and the hound playfully tackled him to the soft mat and began to disrobe him themselves. Tod took the donkey’s shoes and socks off, followed by his own, then hovered his stinky reddish-brown soles close to his blue snout as he took his friend’s shirt off. Next he placed his foxy feet on Benny’s bare chest, and the latter immediately got goosebumps from the sensation of the former’s smooth young skin. Down at Benny’s lower half, Copper drummed his fingers on the crotch of the jeans, unzipped the fly, and slid them off, his eyes widening at a pair of yellow briefs with a wet spot on the bulge. The hound dog boy stroked that bulge with his large feet and subsequently slipped the underwear off right as the blue penis was just beginning to turn half-mast.

“Ready for a truly sweet wonderland?” asked Tod.

“Darn tootin’!” said Benny enthusiastically.

Tod reached over and picked up a Hershey’s kiss, peeled off the wrapper, and hovered it over Benny’s face. “Open wide, candy boy!” he said, and Benny did just that in return, feeling the candy plop just inside his mouth and chewing it thoroughly before swallowing. Simultaneously, Copper rubbed his pumice stone on his soles one last time and commenced an ashiatsu massage where he stepped back and forth across Benny’s legs, thighs, penis, and balls.

“What’s next?” asked Tod, hovering his hands over the pile of assorted candy until he found another piece. “A Milky Way perhaps?”

“You’re already my Milky Way, Toddy,” said Benny. “The stars shine even brighter with you around.”

Tod unwrapped the chocolate and kissed the edge of the bar before feeding it to the eager donkey and kissing him on the lips. “Mmmwah!”

Copper gently turned the donkey onto his stomach and continued his walking massage with his heavenly soft bare Egyptian feet, and Benny’s tense back muscles and spine relaxed as if on cue. This was followed by a technique where Copper sat down and used his white soles to play bongo drums on Benny’s bare buttocks. Once the donkey man was laying on his back again, Tod and Copper continued feeding him some more candy and stepping on his body, respectively. Benny had Tod relax his legs so that he could move those cheesy fox boy soles onto his nose and take several deep sniffs of the hypnotizing scent.

“Stinky as always, naughty man?” asked Tod.

“And so delicious too,” said Benny, taking a couple licks across the toes. “U.S. Prime, Grade A, stamped guaranteed.”

“And good enough to—” began Tod, who all of a sudden was startled by how erect Benny’s penis had become. “Team up with me, Copper?”

“The best of friends!” said Copper, taking his place across from Tod and high-fiving him. At this moment, Benny felt not one, but two pair of bare feet caressing his pee pee and tickling his testicles with their toes. Each boy took turns rubbing the head and shaft of the penis with long strokes, short strokes, gentle squeezes, and wiggly toes on the tip. For Benny, it was pure unadulterated lust and cuteness overload, and he was a luckier donkey than he ever would have imagined.

“Thaaaaat’s it,” said Copper slowly.

“Just take it smooth ’n’ easy and start thinkin’ about releasing on our sweet tootsies,” said Tod.

“That warm semen just beggin’ to come outta your pee pee. Love how huuuuuung you are.”

“Fresh white donkey juice. If it takes you more than ten minutes till then, it’s good doggie no bone.”

Copper laughed. “You never fail to make me laugh, Tod.”

“That’s just one of the things a fox does best,” said Tod, waving his tail. “Let’s see a load of semen unlike any other this past month.”

“Shake on it?” said both boys in unison, and with that they rhythmically moved their tails in time, slapped each other’s lower palms with their fingers, moved their tails yet again, slid their middle and ring fingers together back and forth, and finished off with a swipe of the hands on each side and a finger snap. At that moment, all four feet gave the horny donkey’s penis a truly meaningful and sensual treatment amid giggles. Arms and legs trembling with excitement, and breath becoming heavier and borderline shaky, Benny let out one last groan, and his pee pee unloaded a copious amount of semen all over those exquisite, plump and shapely, buttery soft, smooth-skinned young feet and toes.

“Mmmmmm so creamy delicious!” said Tod.

“Messy messy!” said Copper.

“Oh Tod…” said Benny, panting heavily as he recovered. “Oh Copper…”

“Wow, that’s pretty much double the amount of the last orgasm he had with me,” said Tod, smearing a glob of semen with his index finger. “As yummy as this looks, I think our other best friend here needs to put his wet pink tongue to work!”

Wasting no precious seconds, the two boys shoved their cummy soles right into Benny’s face, and he started off by taking swift, wet licks of the arches and balls of their feet. Tod was the first to burst out into cheerful laughter, and Copper couldn’t hold it in much longer either.

“Heeheeheeheeheehee!” laughed Copper. “That tickles so gooooooooood!!”

“Heh…hehehehe…HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” laughed Tod loudly.

By the time Benny sucked on all twenty toes, he playfully nibbled them like corn on the cob, sending the boys into harder hysterical laughter. That continued for about three more minutes, and he kissed each natural human nail on Tod’s and Copper’s toes as they took a well-deserved breather. The donkey man stood up to get dressed again, but then…

“Uh-uh-uh,” said Tod, grinning and waving a finger. “Don’t start to think we’ve been satiated.”

“Take a look at the shape of this,” said Copper, turning sideways to reveal his pajama-covered erection.

“And this too,” added Tod, showing his equally big bulge in his pants.

“Ooooh, why didn’t that even enter my tiny mind?” chuckled Benny. “May I see your soft naked bodies?”

“Say please,” said Tod.

“Please.”

With that universal magic word, Tod and Copper gave Benny a sultry strip tease and threw their clothes next to Tod’s shoes and socks, revealing their smooth slender naked bodies, butts, and circumcised penises. Then they sat back down with their legs spread apart, signaling that they were ready to be pleased. Benny sat down with his legs thrust out in front of him, placing one foot on each boy’s penis and rubbing gently. The boys immediately moaned and curled their plump toes in utter pleasure, and Copper started to pant like a real dog at one point. As the minutes ticked on, their moans became louder, and before Benny knew it, streams of milky young semen splattered onto both of his feet and legs.

“Woo-hah!” cried Benny. “You boys were doggone outstanding.”

Tod began to lick and suck on Benny’s right foot and toes, cleaning up every last drop of cum, while Copper did the same with the left. “Thanks Benny,” said the fox.

“Oh no, thank YOU for helping me learn to discover myself, Tod. You were definitely raised right.”

“Anytime, big boy. Anytime.”

Copper heard something which caused him to raise a floppy ear, then quickly got dressed and gathered each pile of candy back into the three bags. “I hear a bunch of cheering, gotta see what it’s all about!”

Tod and Benny donned their costumes in less than thirty seconds. “Could be another contest,” said Tod, “or maybe even…”

“Everyone to the DANCE FLOOR!” exclaimed a DJ’s voice on a speaker in the distance. “I repeat, report to the dance floor immediately!”

Benny, Tod, and Copper looked at each other.

“Shake on it?” asked Benny.

The two boys joined Benny in executing a perfect run of their secret handshake, and together, the trio turned out the shed light, grabbed their candy, sprinted like bullets out of the shed across the vast open field, and danced their butts off for the remainder of the party under the starlit sky. Never before did Benny know that Halloween could still be an exciting experience for someone in his early thirties. All thanks to the never-ending enthusiasm of a fox and a hound.

The End