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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.

Scootchin’ Towards You (Part Two)

It was a cool early evening in Lake Hoohaw. Six-year-old Pinch Raccoon was in her bedroom, getting herself ready to go to the Grand Vermeer Theatre in the nearby town of Hyacinth Falls for her ballet class’ performance of The Firebird, in which she played the title character, followed by a moonlit dinner with her parents at a restaurant in that same town. Humming the ballet’s main theme, she examined her costume for any visible defects or stains. Finding none, she packed it into her bag along with a brand new pair of ballet shoes. At the moment, she was wearing a black knee-length dress, pink socks, black Mary Jane shoes, and a pink bow on her head. Her parents Walter and Wanda, dressed in business casual attire, and her four-year-old brother Scootch, wearing a neon green t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, were in the main bedroom engaged in a conversation.

“But Mommy, Daddy,” said Scootch, “why can’t I go out with you to see Pinch’s ballet dance?”

“Because we’re worried that you might become a little antsy while we’re there,” said Walter.

“And it’s going to be a rather long night for us, honey,” added Wanda.

Scootch looked puzzled. “I didn’t even know ballets took so long.”

“Well,” said Wanda, “the performance doesn’t start until 7:45, but Pinch told me that her ballet class has roll call backstage at 6:30.”

“And then we go into a dress rehearsal of certain sections where the choreography is on the advanced side,” said Pinch as she walked into the main bedroom. “And that’s during performances by other classes.”

“Therefore, you won’t like being at the theater for a long period of time,” said Walter.

Pinch turned to her little brother with a pointed look. “And before you ask, Scootch, no, you are not allowed to sit in the wings.”

“We also have reservations for three at Keats Mill Chophouse afterwards,” said Wanda.

“So I can’t come to dinner either?” asked Scootch.

Pinch shook her head no.

“We have someone coming to babysit you while we’re gone,” said Walter. 

“Aw, come on Daddy!” whined Scootch. “Could one of you at least stay home with me? Please?”

“Honey,” said Wanda, hugging her son. “This is a special night for your father and I to have some alone time with Pinch. Don’t be sad. You’ll have barrels of fun here at home.”

“Do…do you know who’s babysitting me?”

“It’s a surprise.”

After Pinch and her parents finished getting ready, they went downstairs to the living room, with Scootch following behind. To help pass the time and ease his anxiety before his family left, the little raccoon boy turned on the TV to Nick Jr. and sat on the couch. Pinch grabbed a ginger ale and a few bottled waters out of the refrigerator to bring with her on the road, along with a Clif bar to tide her over before dinner. Five minutes later, the doorbell rang.

“Oh my goodness, who could that be?” asked Wanda in a singsong tone. She walked to the front door and opened it, revealing ten-year-old Ootsie and Bootsie Snootie each carrying a duffle bag. Ootsie was wearing a golden yellow argyle sweater, khaki pants, and black sneakers with black laces, while Bootsie was wearing an aqua sweatshirt, grayish blue slim jeans, and blue and yellow Converse sneakers with yellow laces.

“Hello Mrs. Raccoon!” said the twin poodles in unison.

“Hi there kids, just in time, come on in!” replied Wanda. “Scootch, your sitters are here!”

As soon as Scootch looked toward the front door, he almost instantly jumped off the couch and took off running to greet the twins. “OOTSIE AND BOOTSIE!” he cried excitedly.

“Hi Scootchie-Scootch!” said Bootsie with a big smile on her face as she and the raccoon boy wrapped their arms around each other in a big hug.

“Let’s not forget about my hug!” said Ootsie as he and Scootch also hugged.

“I’ve never seen Scootch this happy to see someone,” said Pinch.

“And he usually knocks over whatever’s in his way when he’s running,” said Walter.

“Well, we are a highly enjoyable pair…” began Ootsie.

“…being high society poodles, that is,” finished Bootsie before laughing along with her brother.

“This was a surprise, I didn’t know you two were sitters,” said Scootch.

“It just so happens that Father is taking Mother out for date night tonight,” said Ootsie.

“Which, in turn, made looking after you possible,” said Bootsie, tickling Scootch’s neck which made him giggle.

Wanda took a sheet of paper filled out with babysitting tips and stuck it to the fridge with a magnet. “Here kids, I’ve put up some helpful tidbits for you when you’re looking after our rambunctious little boy.”

“One thing’s for sure, he loves being entertained,” said Pinch.

“Oh, we’re waaaaay ahead of you,” said Bootsie.

“I even brought my Nintendo Switch and a few games with it,” said Ootsie.

Scootch’s eyes lit up. “WHAT?! I’ve always wanted one!”

“Perhaps that could be a Hoohaw Hoo gift in a couple months,” said Wanda. “Or Christmas, which is exactly two weeks after Hoohaw Hoo.”

“I can wait,” said Scootch.

“Ootsie and Bootsie?”

“Yes Mrs. Raccoon?” said Ootsie and Bootsie.

“Our phone numbers are written on the little chalkboard in the kitchen if you need anything at all.”

“Thanks for letting us know,” said Ootsie as he took a picture of the chalkboard with his phone.

“You three might be hungry at some point for dinner,” said Walter.

“I have the DoorDash app on my phone,” said Bootsie. “And Uber Eats, GrubHub, and Postmates as backups.”

“Scootch will love that, there are plenty of restaurants close by that he enjoys,” said Wanda as she grabbed her car keys. “Okey-doke, we’d best get going, we don’t want our little firebird to be late to her performance. And guess what, Scootch?”

“What is it Mommy?” asked the raccoon boy.

“You get to stay up as late as you want tonight.”

Scootch hopped up and down excitedly. “YES YES YES!”

“We’re counting on you, Ootsie and Bootsie,” said Walter as he opened the front door to step out.

“We’ll be on our best behavior, won’t we Bootsie?” asked Ootsie, winking at his twin sister.

“Of course we will, Ootsie,” replied Bootsie as she winked back.

“Love you Pinch!” said Scootch. “Wish I could come!”

“I love you too, little brother!” replied Pinch.

“Bye guys!” said Walter and Wanda. “You all have a good time!”

“Toodles!” said Bootsie, standing in the doorway as she watched the Raccoons head towards Wanda’s car.

“Break a leg, Pinch!” said Ootsie.

As soon as Bootsie closed the front door, she turned around, clapped her hands once, and rubbed her palms together excitedly as she and Ootsie walked toward the living room where Scootch was. “Alrighty Scootchers, ready for the best night ever?” she asked.

“Oh yes Bootsie!” cried Scootch. “I’m so ready!”

“Yay! Whatcha wanna do first?”

“Can we play your Nintendo Switch?”

“Certainly!” replied Ootsie. “We can set it up on this TV.”

“I hope you have two controllers.”

“In fact, I have three.”

“Contrary to our old Noodle-Matic thingies,” said Bootsie, “with this console, imagination is strongly encouraged.”

Ootsie opened his duffle bag and took out the game console. Once he connected the necessary cables to the outlet and the TV, he joined his sister and their raccoon friend on the couch and began their gameplay. First they played a few races of Mario Kart 8 Deluxe, then several rounds of Nintendo Switch Sports, where Bootsie out-maneuvered Scootch at tennis and vice versa at bowling. Next they played at least four rounds of Uno, with Scootch cracking up in the process. He soon took a peek at Bootsie’s big sneakers and felt those certain urges in his crotch area. Hoping he could have another go at her feet, he became deep in thought and spoke up when he was ready.

“Hey Bootsie?” he asked.

“Yes Scootch?” said Bootsie.

“Can you do me a favor?”

“Sure, what can I do for you?”

Scootch got closer and whispered into Bootsie’s ear. “You know how I love your feet?”

Bootsie nodded yes.

“Can I have some fun with them in the bathroom?” whispered Scootch. “Please?”

“I’ll meet you up there,” replied Bootsie in a whisper. The little raccoon boy instantly darted upstairs to the hall bathroom and waited outside the doorway. Forty-five seconds later, the poodle girl moseyed over to Scootch and entered the bathroom with him, closing and locking the door behind them.

“So what should I do first?” asked Scootch.

“Sit on the floor for me,” said Bootsie as she lowered the toilet lid and sat down. She untied her shoelaces and nudged her sneakers off, flexing her toes in her white cotton socks before she removed those as well. Scootch’s boner grew even bigger in his jeans as Bootsie sat on the floor across from him with her legs straight out and her big pink soles in front of his face. The raccoon dipped his nose into the poodle’s bare human-like feet, taking a few sniffs along the balls and toes.

“Mmmmm, your feet smell like sugar cookies!” he said.

Bootsie giggled. “It’s another one of my extra special luxury foot moisturizers that I applied this morning.”

“I guess it makes your feet feel good?”

“My feet always feel good, silly raccoon boy. Especially when they’re pampered by someone else.”

Scootch thumbed along Bootsie’s heels, followed by her nicely curved arches, then her balls and her ten plump Egyptian style toes. The pink skin felt buttery to the touch as always. Thirty seconds after that, he repeated that process by stroking her feet with the palms of his hands. Bootsie wiggled her toes as she always did whenever her feet experienced such a sensation. Soon enough, she noticed the raccoon boy’s big tent in his jeans, leaned over, unbuttoned and unzipped them, and pulled them down to reveal his Mickey Mouse tighty whities. A spot of precum had developed at the tip of the bulge from being aroused so much.

“Whatcha doing?” asked Scootch.

“I’ve never seen Mickey Mouse underwear this cute before,” replied Bootsie. “They even made him barefoot!”

“They feel thin and tight on my pee pee,” said Scootch, rubbing his fingers on the thin fabric.

Bootsie placed a foot on his bulge and rubbed it a little, making Scootch pant. “Lift your underwear legs open for me.”

“What for?” wondered Scootch.

“You’ll see,” said Bootsie with a wink.

Scootch lifted the leg openings of his undies as he was told, and Bootsie’s big pink tootsies slipped inside them and moved around every inch of his hips and crotch. Her soles and toes fondled and massaged his penis and balls every which way.

“Wooooow,” cooed the raccoon. “Playin’ with my pee pee in my undies, I didn’t even know you could do that!”

“I learned that technique courtesy of the internet,” said Bootsie. “Does it feel good?”

“Much, much more than good.” After about two minutes, Scootch felt the urge to release, so he pulled his undies down to his ankles, allowing his poodle friend to rub her feet on the tip of his pee pee using long smooth strokes. He eventually let go, releasing a good load of his white semen all over the soles.

“Boy, you really desired to be horny for my feet tonight, huh?” said Bootsie as she wiggled her toes again.

“Uh-huh,” replied Scootch, catching his breath.

Bootsie rubbed the raccoon’s semen all over her feet before putting her socks and shoes back on. “The night is still young, and so much more fun lies ahead.”

“What else do you have in mind?” asked Scootch as he pulled his jeans and underwear back up.

“Can’t tell you just yet,” said Bootsie as she flushed the toilet to disguise the footjob as a mere trip to the bathroom. The two friends washed their hands and went downstairs to join Ootsie, who was munching some buttered microwave popcorn straight from the bag and watching The People’s Court on TV.

“Don’t act as if the evening were over already,” he said. “This used car sale case is outrageous!”

“How so, Ootsie?” asked Bootsie.

“If you’ll allow me to explain,” said Ootsie with a chuckle as he paused the show with the remote, “this crazy, delusional plaintiff bought a used 1994 Mitsubishi Diamante for her daughter, and problems started to arise no more than two days later. The car shook as it drove, had a blown head gasket, and leaked oil profusely. The amount she’s suing looks like it could be at least TRIPLE the Blue Book value of the car, and the defendant seems to be countersuing for defamation of character. I don’t think the plaintiff even bothered to have a mechanic take a look at it.”

“Hmm,” said Bootsie. “Might have to watch that episode sometime later. Feeling hungry for dinner soon, Scootchers?”

Scootch felt his tummy gurgle a little. “Yes Bootsie, I’m hungry.”

Bootsie pulled out her phone and opened a food delivery app. “In the mood for any particular cuisine?”

“Can we get burgers?” asked the raccoon.

“Absolutely, there’s an ExcaliBurger nearby.”

“Yay, I love that place!” exclaimed Scootch, jumping up and down.

“And you can order off the regular menu if you so desire,” said Bootsie.

“I usually do, I’ll take a Double Camelot plain with cheese, and make it a medium combo with curly fries and a Pepsi.”

“You got it.” Bootsie turned to her brother. “Ootsie, what about you?”

“Same thing, with Pepsi to drink and some extra Friar Sauce on the side.”

“Alrighty, I’ll do my order as well,” said Bootsie. Once she was finished putting in everyone’s orders, she then said, “So that’s three medium Double Camelot combos, all plain with cheese, three fries, extra Friar Sauce on the side, two Pepsis, and a Mountain Dew?”

“Perfect!” said Ootsie and Scootch.

“You almost sound like you’re working at the ExcaliBurger drive-thru,” added Ootsie.

Bootsie tapped some more on her phone, paying for the order with an exclusive discount. “It should be here in approximately ten minutes.”

Just over ten minutes later, the food was delivered to the doorstep, hot and fresh. Ootsie, Bootsie, and Scootch laid a big towel down on the grassy field across from the house and had themselves a picnic under the blazing sunset. They talked and shared funny stories together as they ate, and once nightfall drew near with stars scattered across the sky, they set up a fire pit that attracted the attention of their friends Munchy Beaver, Flick Duck, and Peanut and Jelly Otter, along with wise and kind-hearted Mayor Jeff. Bootsie even brought out a bag of marshmallows for everyone to roast in the fire, along with handheld spits.

“Oodelay, Mayor Jeff!” greeted the kids.

“Oodelay, my friends,” replied Mayor Jeff. “I hear that Pinch and her parents went for a night out without young Scootch.”

“He looks so content with you, Ootsie and Bootsie,” said Jelly.

“Content?” said Bootsie.

“That’s quite an understatement,” said Ootsie with a posh chuckle as he stroked Scootch’s head fur with his fingers. The little raccoon boy smiled as he snuggled against Ootsie’s chest.

“I’m curious to know how you two poodles decided to look after him?” asked Mayor Jeff who then heard his phone ring. Taking it out, he noticed the caller ID. “Oh, it’s Mr. Snootie!” He then eagerly answered the phone. “Hello, Mayor Jeff speaking.”

“About time, Mayor Jeff,” said Edouard on the other line. “Georgina and I have been dining on some of the most exquisite caviar ever to reach the Hoohaw Valley.”

“Date night I assume?” asked Mayor Jeff.

“Precisely,” said Edouard. “After three more courses for dinner at Prime 460, we’re off to an exclusive poodle gala with decadent desserts and beverages.”

“Sounds like a night to remember,” said Mayor Jeff.

“Are Ootsie and Bootsie being good poodle puppies?”

“Oh, I just heard they’re doing fantastic with little Scootch in their care.”

“Capital, truly capital!” said Edouard with a bark. “One of these nights we’ll have to take the three of them to one of these evening outings so that Scootch will have a taste of la dolce vita.”

“You oughta make that happen sometime,” chuckled Mayor Jeff. “I don’t wanna keep you from enjoying your date night now.”

“No problem, Mayor Jeff, have a rich, rich, rich night! Ta-ta!”

“You as well!” replied Mayor Jeff as he hung up. At that moment, Bootsie took out her acoustic guitar and played a few gorgeous jazz chords.

“Hope you guys don’t mind a little serenade for the occasion,” she said.

“Knock yourself out, Bootsie,” said Peanut.

“Any song requests?” asked Bootsie.

“Does it matter the genre?” asked Munchy as he roasted a marshmallow.

“I’m flexible with a variety of genres and styles,” said Bootsie.

“How ‘bout some rap?” suggested Flick, who then started to do his Eminem impression. “Hi! My name is WHAT?! My name is WHO?! My name is chicka-chicka SLIM SHADYYYY!”

Everyone else stared at him with quizzical looks and minimal clapping.

“Oooookay,” said Ootsie slowly.

“I appreciate the impression Flick, but that’s not really an appropriate song for acoustic guitar,” said Bootsie. “I mean, there is some electric guitar in the original song, but it’s sampled.”

“Oooh, I know!” said Jelly. “How about ‘Hotel California’?”

“Excellent choice Jelly!” Bootsie started to play the beginning of the song on her guitar before going into the first verse. Every time the chorus came up, everyone sang along in perfect harmony. In a nearby treehouse, Cap’n Crane was busy reading when he noticed the musical commotion down below.

“Hoooonk! Watchbird alert! Watchbird alert!” he cried excitedly.

“Ohhhh, what is it this time, dear?” asked his wife Connie, awoken suddenly from her nap.

“Bootsie Snootie is unleashing her inner musician and leading the kids in a classic Eagles hit!” said Cap’n, observing the scene with a pair of binoculars.

Connie sighed. “I’ve got news for you. I’m goin’ to sleep.”

Cap’n shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

After the kids and Mayor Jeff sang a few more songs and toasted the remainder of the marshmallows, they bid each other good night and went back home. Ootsie, Bootsie, and Scootch went back inside the Raccoons’ house, where they watched Jeopardy and ate chocolate chip cookies which Bootsie baked earlier in the day for their dessert. Once they were full, they went upstairs, brushed their teeth, changed into their pajamas, and went back downstairs. Ootsie wore a dark red onesie, a green nightcap with a red pom-pom, and brown slippers, Bootsie wore a navy onesie with white moons and stars, a purple nightcap with a yellow pom-pom, and yellow slippers, and Scootch wore a space-themed light blue onesie with ribbed cuffs at the ends of the sleeves and legs, along with the white socks he had been wearing. All three of their onesies had butt flaps. Ootsie and Bootsie winked at each other and giggled before the former closed the curtains and dimmed the lights in the living room to give himself and the other two some privacy.

“I believe there’s room for one more game,” said Ootsie.

“Ooooh, what kinda game?” wondered Scootch.

Ootsie took out a portable speaker from his duffle bag and placed it in front of the TV. “Not just any old game, Scootch. It’s a test to see how well you can move and groove with your socks off.”

“That being said,” said Bootsie, “let’s see you all footloose and fancy free.”

Scootch took his socks off revealing his cute gray Egyptian style feet which were big for his age. “So what do I do, just dance to whatever song you play?”

“Yep, busting your best moves,” said Bootsie as she connected her phone to the speaker. Opening up YouTube, she found an instrumental version of “Inertia Creeps” by Massive Attack and pressed play. “Off you go.”

Scootch nodded and took his place in front of the couch where the twins were sitting. During the calm music in the intro, he slowly transitioned between a couple tai chi poses. When the sampled Middle Eastern sounding music started playing, he alternated between lunges and crane stances. Around forty-five seconds into the song, the sultry tribal drums entered, and the raccoon really started grooving around. He did a running dance with his hands in the air and his bare feet in time to the beat, and his perfectly shaped heels, arches, balls, and toes made for smooth moves. Even though this dance was similar to how he ran when he was about to knock over whatever was in his way, he controlled himself to keep Ootsie and Bootsie entertained while still having a bunch of energy. He even did a slightly quieter version of his “Yaaaaaahhh!” yell as he danced and kept up his fancy footwork, feeling as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as a young, rambunctious raccoon boy could be.

“Such beautiful feet for a little guy,” said Ootsie as he felt his penis become hard in his pajamas.

“And you’re doing an exceptional job there,” said Bootsie.

“What’s ‘exceptional’ mean?” asked Scootch as he moved his butt a little to the beat, lifted up the sole of his right foot, and wiggled his toes.

“It’s another word for excellent,” said Ootsie as he rubbed his bulge a little.

“I love moving my feet to the beat!” sang Scootch as he did his running dance once again in a circle.

“Bootsie?” said Ootsie to his sister.

“Ootsie?” replied Bootsie.

“I feel the need to loosen up here. Would you be kind enough to unzip me?”

“Damn skippy I would!” said Bootsie eagerly as she opened her brother’s butt flap and felt his firm purple bottom, causing him to moan slightly in enjoyment. Scootch took this opportunity to feel Ootsie’s butt as well, massaging it gently with his hands.

“If you didn’t know already, I looooove being pampered,” said Ootsie. “Alright, raccoon boy, let’s get into part two of our game.” He felt Bootsie unzip the back of his onesie, allowing him to pull his arms out of the sleeves and gradually lower his pajamas to reveal his sexy bare chest, nipples, and tummy, and finally his bottom and erect purple circumcised penis, though his pajama legs and his slippers stayed on. His tail wagged with excitement.

“Woooow, you’ve got a pee pee too!” said Scootch, easily fascinated. “And it’s biiiiiiig!”

“Yep, you know what I want you to do with it?” asked Ootsie.

Scootch bounced up and down. “Tell me, tell me, tell me!”

Ootsie stood up from the couch and sat down on the rug cross-legged in front of Scootch, whose own little penis started to become hard from seeing the purple poodle boy’s larger penis and the fact that his slippers bared his heels. “I want you to stroke your beautiful young soles on my penis.”

“Aren’t you gonna be in your bare feet too?” asked the horny raccoon.

“Oh, these old things?” asked Ootsie as he took off one of his slippers to show his bare foot briefly before putting the slipper back on. “Why yes, after my pee pee gets satisfied from your tootsies.” He tickled Scootch’s soles, making him giggle. “That way your pee pee can have a turn with my silky smooth purple feet.”

Unsure of how well he’d satisfy Ootsie, Scootch lifted his feet up and placed them on the poodle boy’s hard pee pee, making it twitch, then gently stroked the shaft and tip up and down with his soles. “Like this?”

Ootsie shivered in utter pleasure. “Ohhhh…uuuuunf…a hundred percent perfect.”

“I feel your pee pee going twitchy,” said Scootch as he kept stroking his soles and wiggled his toes on the tip. Ootsie’s penis did in fact twitch even more at the feeling of the creamy gray skin of Scootch’s feet.

“Mind doing my torso a little?” asked the purple poodle boy.

“I’ll do it for ya,” said Scootch. He raised his feet and glided them all over Ootsie’s well-built chest, plus his nipples and belly button. “So this is what rich boys’ bodies look like?”

“Not necessarily all rich boys,” replied Ootsie. “But certainly a lot of them, myself included.”

“He got it all from Father,” said Bootsie as she watched the sexy foot action.

“Could you try some more things for me, little buddy?” asked Ootsie.

“I’m listening,” said Scootch.

“How would you use your feet on my pee pee if you were…riding a bike?”

Scootch stuck his tongue out playfully and did pedaling motions on Ootsie’s penis with his bare feet, making the latter moan in pleasure.

“You don’t have to continue that charade if your legs get tired,” said Ootsie.

“Oh no, they’re far from tired,” replied Scootch. “Any other motions?”

“What if you were…waxing a newly washed car?”

Scootch thought for a second and looked toward Bootsie, who emulated waxing an imaginary car with her hands as a helpful signal. The raccoon nodded and made the rapid back-and-forth motion of “waxing” Ootsie’s penis with the balls of his feet.

“That’s the stuff,” said Ootsie, panting a little. “Don’t stop.”

Scootch kept rubbing the penis that same way for about two and a half minutes, with Ootsie already leaking pre. His next footjob technique was rubbing the smooth part of his ten toenails along the tip, with the big toes especially doing the trick.

“May I see you do one more?” asked Ootsie.

“Uh-huh,” replied Scootch.

“The song’s still going on, play bongo drums with your cute raccoon feet.”

With that, Scootch gave a sexy smile and followed that request, playing bongos on Ootsie’s pee pee with his feet with the same rhythm of the drums in the song. The poodle boy’s breathing got heavier by the minute, and he felt blissful surges through his penis as it felt each playful stomp. Not too hard, not too soft. Just perfect, feel-good makeshift drumming. Bootsie watched every second of the action from the couch, surprised at how lewd the little raccoon had become after his first footjob at the mansion a few weeks ago.

“I’m…I’m gonna…!” exclaimed Ootsie, now barely able to speak because of how pleasured he was.

“Hee hee, I wanna see that gooey stuff!” giggled Scootch as he put his soles together.

“Here…here it comes…OHHHHHHH!!” moaned Ootsie loudly as he entered an intense orgasm, blowing his warm, milky poodle semen all over Scootch’s adorable feet and toes, with some oozing down to his blue onesie legs.

“Oooooh, it feels a bit weird and sticky on my feet,” said Scootch. “But I kinda like it.”

“Hang tight Scootchie, let’s clean up my brother’s mess,” said Bootsie as she grabbed some paper towels from the kitchen. She and Ootsie each wiped a foot clean, making sure every last bit of semen was absorbed.

“Now it’s our turn to pleasure the lustful raccoon,” said Ootsie as he put his onesie back on.

Bootsie zipped up the back of her twin brother’s onesie. “For this next song, we’ll go with something with a more urban feel.”

“Okay Scootch, let’s unzip you real quick,” said Ootsie as he unzipped Scootch’s pajamas and helped slide them all the way off.

The raccoon boy wiggled in excitement, flaunting his naked young body and gray circumcised penis before sitting on the floor. “I feel a breeze in here all of a sudden.”

“Rrrruff,” barked Ootsie, seeing how attractive Scootch looked in the nude.

“It’s your body temperature reacting to the air conditioning,” said Bootsie. “Prepare for an oldie but a goodie from the ‘90s, by Eric B…”

“…and Rakim!” finished Ootsie as he pressed play on his sister’s phone. The song “Don’t Sweat The Technique” came on through the speaker, and Ootsie and Bootsie winked at each other. They kicked their slippers off just in time for the drums to enter, and just like that, they danced their best in their big bare Egyptian feet. Scootch’s erection got harder as he gazed at the poodles’ elegant dance moves, from tiptoeing and shuffling, to stomping and strutting their stuff, moonwalking, sexy kicking, and so on. Ootsie and Bootsie’s talented toes were perfectly plump, and their natural French toenails were neatly trimmed.

“Mind laying on your back, Scootch?” asked Bootsie.

“O-okay,” replied Scootch as he did just that. The pink poodle girl did her snooty strutting dance once again, stepping on Scootch’s erect penis with her masculine pink soles a few times. This was followed by a series of playful tiptoeing on the head of his penis, though gently so that it still felt comfortable.

“Tiptoe through the tulips!” said Bootsie.

Ootsie moved his shoulders back and forth, snapped his fingers, and did a split-second pivot toward Scootch. “Can’t let Bootsie be in the spotlight the whole time, what about me?” he said. He hovered a big purple foot in front of Scootch’s face and wiggled his toes with a happy, toothy grin. The purple poodle boy patted his blue pompadour hair and, just as his twin sister did before, strutted around Scootch and onto his body. His soles strode all over the horny little raccoon boy’s pee pee, combined with some intermittent rubbing along the shaft and the tip. Once the song was finished playing, Scootch wasn’t done yet.

“I still need to have my cream come outta my pee pee,” he said.

“Whose feet do you desire to help you cum?” asked Bootsie.

“I’ve never done it to Ootsie’s feet before, so I choose him.”

“Yay!” said Ootsie as he propped himself up with his back against the arm of the couch and his feet out in front of him, crossing his ankles. “My legs are tired, I’ll just let you hump my luxurious tootsies.”

Scootch climbed up onto the couch, knelt in front of Ootsie, and started moving his hips back and forth at a gentle, slow pace to rub his pee pee on the picture-perfect soles of Ootsie’s feet.

“Just like a foot massage at the luxury spa of the Grand Poodletopia Hotel,” said the poodle boy.

“Mmm-hmm,” uttered Scootch. “Ahhhh…that creamy skin on your feet…”

“Almost feel ready to shoot your milky goo?”

“I, uh, think so.”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

Ootsie put one hand behind his head as his other hand rested on his chest, drumming his fingers. Scootch stayed silent as his humping prevailed for at least two minutes. Soon enough, his penis shot out wad after wad of his thick cum on those big purple poodle soles. Ootsie smiled cutely and laughed softly during the raccoon’s orgasm.

“I didn’t expect you to be this sexy, Scootch,” he said.

“Thank you so much Ootsie,” replied Scootch. “I had a feeling your feet were just as sexy as Bootsie’s. And I was totally in luck.”

“And thank YOU for being the best boy tonight,” said Ootsie as he kissed Scootch on the cheek.

“You’ll be spending more and more time with us from now on,” said Bootsie as she kissed Scootch on the cheek as well, along with a hug.

“I love you Ootsie and Bootsie,” said Scootch.

“We love you too Scootchers,” said Ootsie and Bootsie in unison as they helped Scootch back into his onesie. The three friends snuggled on the couch, still barefoot, and watched Bluey episodes. Scootch fell asleep about ten minutes later, and Ootsie and Bootsie lightly stroked his head as they kept watching TV and waited for his family to come home.

The End