Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Disney, Jumbo Pictures, and Jim Jinkins. All other entities are the property of their respective owners.

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.

Scootchin’ Towards You (Part One)

It was a brisk autumn Saturday morning in Lake Hoohaw. The golden sun shone brightly above the crystal clear water and the vast surrounding forests painted in shades of green, brown, yellow, red, and orange. A community of houses and boats sat on the water along the curvy shoreline next to a smooth white boardwalk and a freshly cut, grassy field occupied by a lone oak tree. In one of those houses, red-and-white-striped and shaped like a fish, lived the hard-working Raccoon family. Six-year-old Pinch, the eldest of their two children, was in her bedroom, sitting on the floor and jotting down personal thoughts in her diary. She was wearing a light green long-sleeved pajama shirt, yellow lounge pants, brown slippers, and a pink bow on her head.

“I just hope with all my might that Peanut will choose me as his partner for the square dance at the Parson’s Bend Harvest Festival,” said Pinch quietly to herself as she kept writing. “He’s kinda…hehe…clumsy at times, but I think that makes him even cuter. Now I wonder what it would feel like to kiss him straight on the li—”

All of a sudden, her bedroom door opened. Much to her surprise, it was her energetic four-year-old brother Scootch, wearing blue space-themed onesie pajamas and white socks.

“YAAAAAAAHHHH!” he yelled with a big smile on his face as he ran towards his sister with his arms in the air.

Pinch quickly slammed her diary shut and clutched it against her chest. “No, Scootch, no!” she cried. “Not this early in the morning!” But it was too late, and the diary fell out of her grip as she and her brother tumbled across the room, knocking over some toys and a bucket of colored pencils.

“Sorry, sorry, my fault,” said Scootch.

“Scootch, you know better than to come into my room when the door’s closed,” said Pinch.

“But Pinch, you’re my favorite sister ever. And it’s morning, and it’s the weekend, and I’m awake, and—oooh, what’s this book?” Scootch picked up his sister’s diary. “I wanna see!”

“Give—me—that!” ordered Pinch, snatching the diary away. “No one’s eyes are allowed inside my diary but mine.”

“You got a crush?”

“It’s none of your beeswax whether I have a crush or not!”

“It’s just a family matter. We’re family, right?”

“Yes,” said Pinch. “But some things have to be kept private to maintain positive relationships with everyone. You wouldn’t like it if I read your personal journal behind your back, would you?”

“Morning, kids,” said their mother Wanda as she walked into Pinch’s room. She was wearing an off-white USPS button-down shirt, khaki pants, red and brown sneakers, and a teal headband and apron. “Is your brother bothering you, Pinch?”

“No Mom, everything’s all okay,” replied Pinch.

“You sure?” asked Wanda. “I heard some bumping coming from up here, and your colored pencils are scattered on the floor in that corner.”

“Just brotherly and sisterly play, that’s all.”

“Scootch, honey?”

“Yes, Mommy?” asked Scootch.

“Sooner or later you’ll have to play more quietly with Pinch more often,” said Wanda.

“All the time?”

“Just on mornings when Daddy has to sleep in for a couple more hours than usual after his evening shift. Now who’s hungry for chocolate chip pancakes?”

“Yay!” cried Scootch.

“My favorite!” Pinch chimed in as she finished tidying the room.

“Well, let’s all go downstairs and polish them off, they’re just about ready,” said Wanda.

So the three of them went downstairs and sat at the kitchen island to enjoy a hearty breakfast of the aforementioned chocolate chip pancakes Wanda made from scratch, along with some fresh fruit on the side and some apple juice. Afterwards, the kids went back upstairs to brush their teeth and get dressed. Pinch put on a pink t-shirt with a multicolored floral design, a sandy brown skirt, pink socks, and black Mary Jane shoes, while Scootch put on a red PAW Patrol t-shirt with Marshall on it, blue jeans, and white sneakers with orange accenting, and he kept on the same white socks he was wearing earlier. Wanda brought her husband Walter’s breakfast up to the primary bedroom, then grabbed her purse and keys and left the house with the kids.

“I have to go to work now, kids,” she told them as she stepped onto her mail boat and started it up. “Remember to be safe and stay together.”

“We will!” replied Pinch and Scootch.

“Oh, and Pinch?” asked Wanda.

“Yes Mom?” said Pinch.

“If something’s wrong or if you need anything whatsoever, give me a call, okay?”

Pinch gave her mother a thumbs-up. “Okay.”

Once Wanda drove off in her mail boat to the distribution center, Pinch and Scootch walked toward the field where they saw eight-year-old Peanut Otter, his six-year-old sister Jelly, and their friends Munchy Beaver and Flick Duck, both eight years old, tossing around a Frisbee. Peanut was wearing a green polo shirt, khaki shorts, white socks, and brown loafers; Jelly was wearing a yellow sleeveless shirt, cutoff jean shorts, pink socks, and black and white saddle shoes; Munchy was wearing a light blue hoodie with a white t-shirt underneath, dark green corduroy pants, and navy sneakers; and Flick was wearing a red football jersey, black shorts, and red and white sneakers shaped like duck’s feet.

“Hey Pinch!” said Jelly as she high-fived Pinch. “We thought you’d join us earlier.”

“Well, you know how Scootch is,” replied Pinch. “Full of energy most of the time.”

“Isn’t he supposed to knock something over?” asked Flick.

“Flick, please don’t get that instilled in his mind,” said Jelly.

“Well, it’s true!”

“We don’t even have anything he’d knock over easily,” said Peanut.

Flick laughed. “All we need is one of Pinch’s dollhouses!”

Munchy glared at Flick. “And hurt her feelings again? Fat chance!”

“I don’t understand why any negative energy needs to be brought into this conversation,” said Pinch, also glaring at the duck. “So let’s just drop it, play fair, and enjoy ourselves.”

“One more round of Frisbee?” asked Munchy. “Or maybe…uh…”

“That game Mayor Jeff introduced to us that day?” suggested Peanut. “No hands, no feet, no wings, no fins?”

“Ehh, I’ll pass,” said Munchy. “Pinch, wanna play a round of Ajimbo with me?”

“Oh gosh, I’m awful at Ajimbo,” chuckled Pinch. “Perhaps Jelly and I could set up a new tea party since my mom recently bought boxes of chai and Darjeeling.”

“The options are endless,” said Jelly. “It’s the weekend after all. Wanna try a Noodle Dance?”

Peanut bit his lip.

“C’mon Peanut, you always have a blast when you use your noodle!” added Jelly.

“I’ll noodle, but I won’t dance. Not one iota. Maybe we could find something useful to—” Just then, he heard the faint sound of music drifting towards the group from the other side of the lake. “Huh?”

“What is it Peanut?” asked Scootch.

“I hear music of some sort. And it’s not coming from Mayor Jeff’s houseboat even though he plays a few instruments.”

“Let’s go take a look together,” said Pinch.

“The perfect weather for a little exercise,” said Jelly.

The group spent a few minutes walking around the perimeter of the lake as the source of the music gradually became louder. Peanut, Jelly, and Flick searched a copse of trees while Munchy, Pinch, and Scootch searched the area around the shoreline. Soon enough, they reached a hill situated about a quarter of a mile from a massive pink and yellow mansion shaped like a wedding cake. The music was definitely clearer to the kids’ ears, a beautiful combination of melodies and harmonies in the key of E flat major.

“Guys, over here!” whispered Jelly, motioning to the others. On the other side of the hill, sitting next to the shoreline on a log, was ten-year-old Bootsie Snootie playing a golden brown acoustic guitar and humming a melody. She was wearing a beige t-shirt with blue and red bars across the chest and slim blue-gray jeans. Her blue and yellow Converse sneakers and white socks had been taken off and were sitting in a pile on the ground next to her big bare human-like feet. Bootsie tapped her right foot on the grass to the tempo of the song as she strummed chords and plucked arpeggios. She had just started to play the bridge of the song when she noticed her friends watching her in her peripheral vision.

“OH!!” she cried out, easily startled. “How long have you guys been watching me?”

“Two minutes, w-wait, two and a half minutes,” guessed Munchy.

“You never told us that you could play the guitar,” said Jelly.

“This is one of my favorite ways to have some time to myself after being around Ootsie all the time,” said Bootsie. “I’ve been playing since I was seven.”

“I wish I could play as well as you do, Bootsie,” said Munchy.

Bootsie giggled. “I can give you lessons sometime if you want.”

“That would be awesome!”

“That song you were playing perfectly fits the colorful environment around us,” said Pinch. “One question though — aren’t your feet cold in this weather?”

“Oh, not so much, Pinch,” said Bootsie as she wiggled all ten of her toes. “Every once in a while I feel cramped in these old shoes and socks. Sometimes you’ve just gotta let your toes loose.”

“A fairly surprising answer coming out of a wealthy poodle such as yourself. Scootch, wanna come along with me and Jelly for a tea party?”

Scootch didn’t answer.

“Uh, Scootch?” asked Pinch. Her little brother still didn’t respond or glance up, completely fixated on Bootsie’s bare pink feet, plump toes, and neatly trimmed natural French pedicure.

“HELLOOO!” yelled Bootsie as she waved her hand in front of Scootch’s face, causing him to jump. “Your sister just asked you a question!”

“H-huh?” said Scootch, snapping out of his daze. As he stood up, Pinch noticed a big bump in his pants and gave him a pointed look.

“Is your pee pee poking up again?” she asked, mildly disgusted.

“Uh, I…I need to, uh, go to the bathroom,” stuttered Scootch.

“Already?” asked Pinch.

“Wait, wait, maybe not!” replied Scootch frantically. “Can I go with you, Bootsie?”

“I believe Pinch wants you to stay under her watchful eye,” said Bootsie.

“Mom said to stay together,” warned Pinch.

“Please, please, please?” begged Scootch.

Pinch sighed. “Fine, I’ll accompany you and Bootsie to her mansion before I join the others. But promise me you won’t break or knock over anything.”

“Let alone MY stuff,” added Bootsie curtly.

“I promise,” said Scootch.

“Good, let’s head home, shall we?” said Bootsie. As Peanut, Jelly, Munchy, and Flick headed back toward the field to play, Bootsie put her socks and shoes back on, packed her guitar in its case, and strolled along with Pinch and Scootch to her family’s pink and yellow mansion, with Scootch holding each of their hands. Once they arrived, Pinch stayed outside and bid the other two goodbye, confident that the Snooties would do a fine job looking after him.

Even though Scootch’s penis was hard in his pants a few minutes ago, he didn’t have a clue why it happened at that specific moment. Mostly he would have that sensation if he genuinely needed to use the restroom. Sometimes he would pop a boner during bath time as the warm bath water felt good down there, and right after that when he would run naked around the house with Wanda or Pinch chasing him with a towel to dry him off. But now he was stepping into the residence of an extremely rich family that was not his own. How on Earth could he possibly play with Bootsie in the way he had always wanted to, after seeing her feet on several occasions, be it at a sleepover, swimming in the lake, or at the beach in the bustling coastal city of Port Emerald?

“What was that thing Jelly mentioned earlier?” wondered Scootch. “That dance, whatever the name of it is? I just might do that!” Suddenly, the environment around him faded to a blue background with various objects, and upbeat tropical music started playing. This was the Noodle Dance, the saving grace for whoever was in a sticky situation. The raccoon boy started busting moves to get his brain pumping with potential ideas.

“Noodle, use your noodle!” sang some voices in the background. “Noodle, do the Noodle Dance!”

After a few more seconds, a light bulb shone above Scootch’s head and faded with the background and the music, returning him to reality in the Snootie Mansion. “That’s it!” he said. “I can act like I’m Bootsie’s servant for the day. I hope that’ll make her warm up to me.”

Meanwhile, Bootsie washed her hands at the kitchen sink and walked to the butler’s pantry to grab herself a snack. She searched the shelves and spotted a fresh bag of Chicago mix, which was caramel popcorn mixed with cheddar popcorn, sitting on the top shelf. She turned to the back corner to get the stepladder when Scootch zoomed past, startling her.

“Here, let me help you out, Bootsie,” he said as he retrieved the ladder and started to climb up.

Bootsie quickly picked up the little raccoon boy and set him on the floor. “No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no! I will climb up and get the Chicago mix. Would you like some?”

“Yes please,” replied Scootch.

“I appreciate you trying to help me though,” said Bootsie as she reached up on her tiptoes and grabbed the bag she wanted. At the same time, Scootch gazed at the size of the poodle’s sneakers as if she was already trying to tease him. He washed his hands as Bootsie opened the bag and poured some popcorn into a bowl, then the two headed to the family room where Bootsie’s twin brother Ootsie and their dad Edouard were sitting on the couch and playing Crash Team Racing Nitro-Fueled on Xbox One.

“Ah, Bootsie,” said Ootsie. “I see raccoon boy decided to pay us a grand visit.”

“Of course, Ootsie,” replied Bootsie. “Scootch would rather be here than at one of his sister’s many, many tea parties.”

“Booooo-ring!” said Ootsie and Bootsie in unison.

“Chicago mix, my favorite!” said Edouard as he helped himself to a handful of popcorn. He then turned to Bootsie and Scootch and said, “Please come sit, you two.”

As Bootsie sat down, Scootch pulled an ottoman up to her, to which she gave a nod and put her feet up, crossing her ankles while still wearing her shoes.

“So Scootch,” said Edouard, “you planning on coming to the Parson’s Bend Harvest Festival next weekend?”

“Yes Mr. Snootie,” replied Scootch. “My whole family is going.”

“Likewise for us,” said Ootsie.

“I’ve got plenty of songs memorized for my concert on the festival’s opening night,” said Bootsie.

“Could I bring you your guitar?” asked Scootch.

“Oh, I’m good, thanks. My fingers have exercised enough this morning.”

“How about something to drink? Water? Soda? Coffee?”

Bootsie rolled her eyes and sighed. “You know, I am a little thirsty. Go fetch me a pop.”

“Pop? Like a popsicle?”

“No, pop and soda are the same thing.”

“We’re from Ohio originally, so we call it pop,” said Edouard.

“I sometimes call it soda though,” said Ootsie.

“They’re in the fridge in the kitchen,” said Bootsie as she picked up an Xbox controller.

Scootch did as he was told, bringing an ice cold can of soda to the poodle girl. For the next ten minutes, he watched the Snooties play a couple races on their video game, then followed Bootsie upstairs to her bedroom.

“Can I close your door for you, Bootsie?” he asked.

“Leave it open,” replied Bootsie.

“What if I turned on the heat for you? Aren’t you cold?”

Bootsie raised the thermostat with a remote. “Done. Way ahead of you.”

“Can I put away these—”

“STOP ALREADY!” snapped Bootsie, clearly frustrated. “Geez, you’ve been so talkative ever since we got here. What is it you could possibly want out of me? What is it?!”

“Can I rub your feet?” asked Scootch quickly.

Bootsie instantly had a surprised expression on her face. As she looked at the little raccoon, she noticed his eyes becoming glossy with tears and his mouth quivering a little, as if he felt like crying.

“You…you wanted to rub my feet?” she asked.

“P-please?” replied Scootch, sniffling a little. “I know it’s strange, it’s just that I never got to play like this with—”

“Scootchie,” said Bootsie. “I never knew you were interested in my feet of all things. That makes you one of the cutest friends I’ve ever had.”

Scootch beamed up. “Really?”

“Absolutely. And besides, you’re only four years old, and so I understand that you’re curious. It’s perfectly normal to be attracted to someone’s feet.”

“It is?”

Bootsie nodded yes and hung her feet over the edge of the bed. “Now that things are all clear, why don’t you take these kicks off for me?”

Scootch’s heart started to beat a little faster as he walked up in front of his poodle friend. He untied her left sneaker as if he were unwrapping a gift, then did the same for her right sneaker, then slowly pulled each sneaker off revealing her soft white socks. Bootsie wiggled her toes a little in her socks as she giggled. The raccoon boy could see the outline of her foot shape, with a nicely rounded heel and a curved arch giving way to a meaty ball. At the top of each sock was a large bump followed by four shorter bumps. The heels and toes of her socks were gray.

“Big socks,” said Scootch, sticking his tongue out.

“You can say that again,” said Bootsie. “But I’m not as crazy about my socks as I am about what’s inside of them. Go on, slip ‘em off.”

Scootch’s heart was pounding with excitement at Bootsie’s request. Without hesitating, he stuck his thumb up each leg of her jeans, took her socks off, and dropped them on the floor.

“Yay for tootsies!” said Bootsie as she held up her bare feet and wiggled all ten of her plump, neatly aligned Egyptian style toes. “Well, don’t waste time Scootchie-Scootch, my feet aren’t gonna massage themselves.”

The raccoon climbed up onto the bed and stared at the poodle’s feet for a few seconds and inched his hands closer to them until they made contact. He started by stroking his hands on the balls, then down the arches to the heels, then back upwards, then used his fingers to brush back and forth along the toes. The sensation of the smooth, creamy pink skin of those feet and toes was unlike anything Scootch felt before, and he developed another bulge in his jeans.

“How are you liking this so far?” asked Bootsie as she wiggled her toes again.

Scootch giggled. “They feel awesome, how do they get so soft?”

“I use some of the most exquisite lotion money can buy, and I’m usually on my feet most of the day from playing with all my friends. Including…you!” Bootsie used her big toe to tickle Scootch’s belly button over his shirt, causing him to giggle some more.

“Do you use nail polish?” asked the raccoon boy as he looked at his poodle friend’s toenails.

“Psh!” laughed Bootsie. “No way. And I never will. My toenails are prettiest in their pure natural beauty.”

“Just the type of nails I like,” said Scootch as he began to stroke his hands on the tops of Bootsie’s feet. Next he brushed a finger along the toenails, feeling their smoothness and admiring their neatly trimmed state. The following minute, he began to gently massage the entirety of his friend’s feet and toes. Bootsie cooed in pleasure, for she loved to have her tootsies pampered. Soon enough, she felt a different sensation, Scootch’s fingertips lightly tapping along her soles to be exact. She found herself giggling heavily and kicking her heels on the bed within five seconds.

“Ohohohohoho!” she laughed. “Scootch, that tickles like crahahahahazy!”

“Say the words, Bootsie!” replied Scootch.

“What words? This isn’t ‘Tippecanoe and tickle me too’!”

“Aha!” Scootch tickled those big pink human-like feet more vigorously now, sending Bootsie into hysterical laughter. After a minute and a half, the tickling finally ceased.

“Mercy me!” said Bootsie as soon as she could catch her breath. “I needed a good laugh today. Now that I think about it, it’s time for your feet to say that magic tickling phrase.”

“My feet too?” asked Scootch as he felt his shoes and socks being taken off, revealing his bare gray Egyptian style feet which were quite large for his age.

“Scootch’s got big feet!” said Bootsie playfully.

“Thankies!” replied Scootch as his boner twitched in his pants, unknown to Bootsie. “One day my kindergarten teacher compared the sizes of my classmates’ feet and told everyone I had the biggest.”

“Do you know your shoe size?”

Scootch wiggled his ten plump toes, showing his natural trimmed toenails. “Hmm…not really.”

“As for me, I wear a men’s size ten and a half.”

“Soooo biiiiig,” cooed Scootch slowly before taking a few sniffs of Bootsie’s soles, humping his penis in his pants in the process. “Your feet have a nice almond smell too.”

“Thanks, little raccoon boy,” said Bootsie as she brought her toes down to his nose and lightly wiggled them. She then noticed the tent poking up in his jeans. “Whatcha got going on in your jeans?”

Scootch looked down toward his crotch. “I think your feet made a bump appear.”

Bootsie raised an eyebrow and stood up to close the bedroom door as quietly as possible. “I know of a way to solve that.”

“Mmm?”

“Take all your clothes off.”

Scootch went bright red in the face, shivering with excitement. He tugged his arms out of his sleeves, lifted his t-shirt off revealing his chest and nipples, unbuttoned and slowly unzipped his pants and slid them off, and slipped off his tighty whities, revealing his cute butt and erect gray circumcised penis. Bootsie stood in front of him and checked out his naked raccoon boy body.

“My pee pee is big just like your feet!” sang Scootch as his eyes went back and forth from his penis to Bootsie’s feet.

“Cute little song, did you make it up on the spot?” asked Bootsie.

“I dunno,” said Scootch with his tongue sticking out and his bushy tail swishing.

“It seems your pee pee wants to become friends with my perfect pink feet. Here, let’s sit on the bed and I’ll let you have the best few minutes of your life.”

“Alright!” whooped Scootch. The two friends climbed back onto the comfy bed and got into position, with Scootch kneeling and Bootsie sitting back against the pillows with her ankles crossed and her soles on full display, wiggling her toes to signal that she was ready. In a matter of seconds, Scootch’s penis touched the buttery soft pink skin of his poodle friend’s soles and started to slowly hump them, up and down, up and down. Scootch was so relieved that his pee pee could finally touch a pair of feet that he had greatly admired for so long. As for Bootsie, she watched the raccoon boy’s every move like a kid in a sweet shop, smiling the entire time, and her tail started to wag with excitement. Scootch then humped his penis on the skin of the tops of those pink tootsies, then brushed the tip back and forth across the smooth part of all ten of Bootsie’s toenails, glazing them with precum. Next to receive treatment were the soles and toes together. Bootsie playfully wiggled her toes to tease his tip.

“Wiggle wiggle wiggle my toesies on your pee pee!” she said.

“Yeeeeaaah,” uttered Scootch in a state of pure, young lust.

“How are you feeling there, Scootch?”

“Something’s gonna come outta me soon, and it doesn’t feel like pee.”

“That’s because it’s not. It’s a thick white creamy goo called semen, and I’ve heard it’s one of the best natural moisturizers for your feet.”

Scootch looked down at the hole on the tip of his penis. “So it comes out of this hole too? That’s always how I go pee pee.”

“Of course, but this sticky stuff comes out in fast spurts. And make sure every drop ends up on my feet and toes so that my cool satin sheets don’t get stained.”

“Woof woof!” barked Scootch like a dog as he kept rubbing his pee pee on every inch of Bootsie’s bare feet. As the minutes passed, his breath became heavier and heavier, and his semen gradually built up inside his penis. Bootsie would occasionally tickle his testicles with her toes and lift one foot up in front of his face so he could get a good view of her sole. After some more slow yet rhythmic humping, Scootch let himself loose, squirting out several spurts of white semen from his penis onto Bootsie’s feet and toes.

“Yay!” cheered Bootsie as she felt the cum ooze down her soles.

“Oh Bootsie,” said Scootch, panting heavily. “I never knew you’d let me play like this.”

“Anything to make a young, curious raccoon boy healthy and happy,” said Bootsie, wiggling her cum-covered toes.

“Can I grab some tissues?” asked Scootch.

“I don’t think so, Scootchie-Scootch.” Bootsie used her hands to rub the semen all over every single component of her feet as if she were applying real lotion. “There, all moisturized. And shiny too!”

“Wow, I want that type of cream on my feet someday.”

Bootsie winked as she put her socks and shoes back on. “We’ll have to make that happen someday with another boy. I know Ootsie would be up for it.”

As Scootch got dressed, Bootsie texted Pinch to let her know that her little brother was safe, comfortable, and having a good old time in the mansion. They washed their hands in the hall bathroom to clear every trace of their sexy playtime, then headed downstairs to get ready for a Snootie family outing to the mall.

The End

Stay tuned for Part Two, featuring Ootsie and Bootsie as they babysit the horny little raccoon boy!