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"writing": "[b][u][center]Life Modding: Foot Fetish\nKink-Vember 7\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nChance paused his cursor over the new icon on his computer. The cheetah still didn’t quite understand what the new ‘mod’ was for, nor did the explanations on it make much sense. Yet, out of boredom, he’d downloaded it anyway, planning to spend the night figuring out what it did. \n\nAnd at the same time, he still wondered if he was just wasting his time. The icon itself was simple: ‘Life Modding’ was printed in bright green lettering in a black background, and it had a sort of subtle curve around the black box that formed said background. No explanation, no nothing. \n\n“Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained,” Chance muttered, and clicked. \n\nThe program opened immediately. No sooner had it loaded in than it opened a browser window, tabbed to Google Maps, and immediately centered on his house. Before the cheetah could activate any of his computer’s protective programs, the tab closed itself out, and the program reasserted itself. \n\n[b]2321 East Jameson Avenue.[/b]\n\nHis address blinked three times before more text streamed down the screen. Not just him and his species, but his neighbors, the people that lived down the block, the weird-family that was constantly on the move in a van because they couldn’t afford a place, and more. \n\nAs the list of the street’s population compiled, it spread further, soon covering the entire city, and then the state. After that, it moved to the background, the names themselves flickering and shimmering. It was like everything was growing, the files attached to the names and species in front of him being updated. \n\n“The hell is this thing…”\n\nThere was no immediate answer. He dragged the cursor over one of the names – his next-door neighbor, a frog woman named Theresa. As soon as the cursor hovered over her name, it expanded the line, giving him her age, her personality, her measurements – \n\n[i]The fuck – frogs can inflate their tits?[/i]\n\nAnd everything else, right down to her history in an expandable tab, her bank account, and…and everything. His breath caught in his throat as his hand shook, and – \n\nClick. \n\nThe cursor slipped and clicked on her age. 45. He stared at the blinking line beside it, and – in pure curiosity – edited it. 45 to 25. \n\nAn image of Theresa appeared beside her name. The green skin of her face, slightly wrinkled from early aging, suddenly tightened up. Her more considered, mature stare turned to something brighter, more friendly. The changes rippled through her, warping her, stripping twenty years off of her in seconds. \n\nOut of fear more than anything else, he edited it back. The image shifted to its previous state, and then disappeared. Chance leaned away from the screen, slowly shaking his head as he looked over her profile. \n\nIf the whole thing was editable…\n\n[i]Is this…is this real?[/i]\n\nA part of him was almost sure it was, but the sheer power that implied was beyond belief. It couldn’t be [i]really[/i] real. It had to be some kind of impossible simulator, something that was meant for checking out what would happen if you tweaked things. \n\nHe opened his web browser again, but the page he’d downloaded the mod from was gone. Nothing remained, not even a hint that the page had once existed. Even the various tricks he knew to find a website that had been deleted didn’t work. It was as if he had imagined the whole thing. \n\nExcept the program was right there, blinking at him. \n\nAnd now, there was a new option. Above all the names, blinking between green and black, were the words ‘[b]Laws of Life[/b].’ Unable to resist, Chance clicked – \n\n“The fuck…”\n\nA massive list of laws dropped down from the button. Laws about clothing, about morals, about the way that people acted with each other, about anything and everything that could be bound up in ‘laws of life’ were there, and he stared at each one. \n\nIt had to be a simulation. This…this couldn’t be real. \n\nBut if it was…\n\nChance’s cheeks burned as he looked at some of the options under clothing. There were options for public nudity, public behavior, even public sex. The cheetah’s cheeks burned brighter and brighter as he imagined what that would be like, just…turning the law around, making it something different. \n\n[i]No, no, not that fast…what if…if someone caught me…[/i]\n\nNo, that was ridiculous. He didn’t even know if this was real. \n\nBut if it was…\n\n[i]Something small. Something that nobody will notice. Something that is just obvious enough for me without setting off alarm bells for everyone else…[/i]\n\nChance tapped his chin as he looked at the list again. He could go for something related to food culture, but that seemed too subtle. He could go for the total elimination of currency, but someone would notice that, surely. Something…\n\nHe blushed as he remembered the way that Theresa had changed after editing her. The way that she’d gone from older to younger like that, more his age, more…attractive…had his cock starting to rise. \n\nMaybe that affected his thinking, or maybe he always would have gone back to the clothing and sexual options. The cheetah’s cheeks burned hotter as he looked at the list. He almost turned on public nudity, but no. That would be too much. \n\n[i]Maybe…[/i]\n\nFootwear, he decided. That would be obvious enough without anyone getting the wrong idea. He tapped the button – \n\n[b]Include Cultural Foot Fetish: Y/N?[/b]\n\nHe blinked. That…might be pushing it, but at the same time, he was curious. He clicked Y and confirmed. \n\nNothing happened. \n\nChance waited for a few minutes, looking around the room, but nobody suddenly turned up barefoot, nor did the screen do anything. Before he could click any other options, the whole thing shut down, and no matter how he clicked the icon, it didn’t open again. \n\n“…Fucking hell…”\n\nShaking his head, the cheetah pushed back from his desk and went to bed. Waste of time. \n\n#\n\nOr so he thought. Chance couldn’t find his shoes before running out the door, and though he gasped at the sudden chill from the pavement, it didn’t feel…unpleasant, for some reason. He paused after a few steps, looked back at his house in tentative belief, but had to keep moving. Had it worked, after all?\n\nWhen he reached the bus stop, he knew. Four other college students were sitting there, and despite the chill in the morning air, they were all barefoot. Three males – a husky, a kangaroo, and a donkey – and a female – a maned wolf – sat or stood inside the bus stop, their feet pressed against the ground or kicked up and shown off, and – \n\n“Heh, looks like you’re going to be a black-sole today, big guy,” the husky teased the donkey, ribbing him. “Those meaty stompers are going to be black by sundown.”\n\n“Hey, ain’t my fault that I gotta walk through mud to get here. The city should make more sidewalks.”\n\n“Heh, shut up, small-soles,” the kangaroo said, leaning back and shoving both the husky and the donkey with his comparatively massive feet. “The pair of you got nothing compared to me.”\n\n“Boys, boys…”\n\nThe maned wolf rolled her eyes, but the way that she stood was just as much of a flaunt as the other two. One foot flat on the ground, the other on tiptoes, and her long, slender feet were just…perfectly displayed. \n\nIt took Chance a second to realize that he was staring, and he had to shake his head as he jogged over to the bus stop and look away. It worked, and perhaps a little too well; he hadn’t had a foot fetish before, but now? Now, he was getting…more than a little turned on by all the bare feet around him. \n\n[i]Gotta watch that. Gonna really have to watch that…[/i]\n\nHe leaned a little closer to the husky and the donkey, his dick twitching as he looked at their big, meatier soles. The husky’s feet were pink along the underside, soft and plush looking, but with a few calluses toward the edges that suggested that they were hitting the pavement pretty often. The donkey’s feet, gray and broad, were messier, coated in a bit of mud and sweat. He rubbed the back of his head – \n\n“Hey, cat, you mind?” the husky said. \n\n“Huh?”\n\n“You’re staring like you’re at a meat market. Eyes are up here,” the dog said. \n\n“…Wait. But – but don’t you –”\n\n“Just ‘cause we’re all born with a foot fetish doesn’t mean we want to be seen as just a pair of feet, man,” the husky said. “Come on. Have a little respect.”\n\n[i]…The fuck?[/i]\n\nHe didn’t say another word, though he felt more than a little disappointed. Seemed that just because everyone had a foot fetish didn’t mean that the whole world wanted to play with them all the time. Friends with benefits or something, that had to be what those three were. And they were probably treating it more like something that they did with each other. Kinda like a woman that might wear something low-cut and might even enjoy playing with her boobs, but didn’t want them played with all the time. \n\nDamn. So much for getting something out of it, but still. It was early days, and now he knew that the Life Modding thing worked. When he got back from school, he could try it out again, see what happened, maybe add to it. \n\nBut for now…\n\nWell, he had a new fetish. He could get some eye candy through the day…\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Kink-Vember the 7th. Chance, a cheetah at a loose end, finds himself in possession of something called ‘Life Modding.’ Time to test out how malleable life is…\n\nTags: M/solo, Foot Fetish, Male Feet, Female Feet, Reality Alteration, Global Fetish, Changing Things, KinkVember, Barefooting, Cheetah, Husky, Donkey, Kangaroo, ",
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Life Modding: Foot Fetish Kink-Vember 7 By Draconicon
Chance paused his cursor over the new icon on his computer. The cheetah still didn’t quite understand what the new ‘mod’ was for, nor did the explanations on it make much sense. Yet, out of boredom, he’d downloaded it anyway, planning to spend the night figuring out what it did.
And at the same time, he still wondered if he was just wasting his time. The icon itself was simple: ‘Life Modding’ was printed in bright green lettering in a black background, and it had a sort of subtle curve around the black box that formed said background. No explanation, no nothing.
“Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained,” Chance muttered, and clicked.
The program opened immediately. No sooner had it loaded in than it opened a browser window, tabbed to Google Maps, and immediately centered on his house. Before the cheetah could activate any of his computer’s protective programs, the tab closed itself out, and the program reasserted itself.
2321 East Jameson Avenue.
His address blinked three times before more text streamed down the screen. Not just him and his species, but his neighbors, the people that lived down the block, the weird-family that was constantly on the move in a van because they couldn’t afford a place, and more.
As the list of the street’s population compiled, it spread further, soon covering the entire city, and then the state. After that, it moved to the background, the names themselves flickering and shimmering. It was like everything was growing, the files attached to the names and species in front of him being updated.
“The hell is this thing…”
There was no immediate answer. He dragged the cursor over one of the names – his next-door neighbor, a frog woman named Theresa. As soon as the cursor hovered over her name, it expanded the line, giving him her age, her personality, her measurements –
The fuck – frogs can inflate their tits?
And everything else, right down to her history in an expandable tab, her bank account, and…and everything. His breath caught in his throat as his hand shook, and –
Click.
The cursor slipped and clicked on her age. 45. He stared at the blinking line beside it, and – in pure curiosity – edited it. 45 to 25.
An image of Theresa appeared beside her name. The green skin of her face, slightly wrinkled from early aging, suddenly tightened up. Her more considered, mature stare turned to something brighter, more friendly. The changes rippled through her, warping her, stripping twenty years off of her in seconds.
Out of fear more than anything else, he edited it back. The image shifted to its previous state, and then disappeared. Chance leaned away from the screen, slowly shaking his head as he looked over her profile.
If the whole thing was editable…
Is this…is this real?
A part of him was almost sure it was, but the sheer power that implied was beyond belief. It couldn’t be really real. It had to be some kind of impossible simulator, something that was meant for checking out what would happen if you tweaked things.
He opened his web browser again, but the page he’d downloaded the mod from was gone. Nothing remained, not even a hint that the page had once existed. Even the various tricks he knew to find a website that had been deleted didn’t work. It was as if he had imagined the whole thing.
Except the program was right there, blinking at him.
And now, there was a new option. Above all the names, blinking between green and black, were the words ‘Laws of Life.’ Unable to resist, Chance clicked –
“The fuck…”
A massive list of laws dropped down from the button. Laws about clothing, about morals, about the way that people acted with each other, about anything and everything that could be bound up in ‘laws of life’ were there, and he stared at each one.
It had to be a simulation. This…this couldn’t be real.
But if it was…
Chance’s cheeks burned as he looked at some of the options under clothing. There were options for public nudity, public behavior, even public sex. The cheetah’s cheeks burned brighter and brighter as he imagined what that would be like, just…turning the law around, making it something different.
No, no, not that fast…what if…if someone caught me…
No, that was ridiculous. He didn’t even know if this was real.
But if it was…
Something small. Something that nobody will notice. Something that is just obvious enough for me without setting off alarm bells for everyone else…
Chance tapped his chin as he looked at the list again. He could go for something related to food culture, but that seemed too subtle. He could go for the total elimination of currency, but someone would notice that, surely. Something…
He blushed as he remembered the way that Theresa had changed after editing her. The way that she’d gone from older to younger like that, more his age, more…attractive…had his cock starting to rise.
Maybe that affected his thinking, or maybe he always would have gone back to the clothing and sexual options. The cheetah’s cheeks burned hotter as he looked at the list. He almost turned on public nudity, but no. That would be too much.
Maybe…
Footwear, he decided. That would be obvious enough without anyone getting the wrong idea. He tapped the button –
Include Cultural Foot Fetish: Y/N?
He blinked. That…might be pushing it, but at the same time, he was curious. He clicked Y and confirmed.
Nothing happened.
Chance waited for a few minutes, looking around the room, but nobody suddenly turned up barefoot, nor did the screen do anything. Before he could click any other options, the whole thing shut down, and no matter how he clicked the icon, it didn’t open again.
“…Fucking hell…”
Shaking his head, the cheetah pushed back from his desk and went to bed. Waste of time.
#
Or so he thought. Chance couldn’t find his shoes before running out the door, and though he gasped at the sudden chill from the pavement, it didn’t feel…unpleasant, for some reason. He paused after a few steps, looked back at his house in tentative belief, but had to keep moving. Had it worked, after all?
When he reached the bus stop, he knew. Four other college students were sitting there, and despite the chill in the morning air, they were all barefoot. Three males – a husky, a kangaroo, and a donkey – and a female – a maned wolf – sat or stood inside the bus stop, their feet pressed against the ground or kicked up and shown off, and –
“Heh, looks like you’re going to be a black-sole today, big guy,” the husky teased the donkey, ribbing him. “Those meaty stompers are going to be black by sundown.”
“Hey, ain’t my fault that I gotta walk through mud to get here. The city should make more sidewalks.”
“Heh, shut up, small-soles,” the kangaroo said, leaning back and shoving both the husky and the donkey with his comparatively massive feet. “The pair of you got nothing compared to me.”
“Boys, boys…”
The maned wolf rolled her eyes, but the way that she stood was just as much of a flaunt as the other two. One foot flat on the ground, the other on tiptoes, and her long, slender feet were just…perfectly displayed.
It took Chance a second to realize that he was staring, and he had to shake his head as he jogged over to the bus stop and look away. It worked, and perhaps a little too well; he hadn’t had a foot fetish before, but now? Now, he was getting…more than a little turned on by all the bare feet around him.
Gotta watch that. Gonna really have to watch that…
He leaned a little closer to the husky and the donkey, his dick twitching as he looked at their big, meatier soles. The husky’s feet were pink along the underside, soft and plush looking, but with a few calluses toward the edges that suggested that they were hitting the pavement pretty often. The donkey’s feet, gray and broad, were messier, coated in a bit of mud and sweat. He rubbed the back of his head –
“Hey, cat, you mind?” the husky said.
“Huh?”
“You’re staring like you’re at a meat market. Eyes are up here,” the dog said.
“…Wait. But – but don’t you –”
“Just ‘cause we’re all born with a foot fetish doesn’t mean we want to be seen as just a pair of feet, man,” the husky said. “Come on. Have a little respect.”
…The fuck?
He didn’t say another word, though he felt more than a little disappointed. Seemed that just because everyone had a foot fetish didn’t mean that the whole world wanted to play with them all the time. Friends with benefits or something, that had to be what those three were. And they were probably treating it more like something that they did with each other. Kinda like a woman that might wear something low-cut and might even enjoy playing with her boobs, but didn’t want them played with all the time.
Damn. So much for getting something out of it, but still. It was early days, and now he knew that the Life Modding thing worked. When he got back from school, he could try it out again, see what happened, maybe add to it.
But for now…
Well, he had a new fetish. He could get some eye candy through the day…
The End
Summary: Kink-Vember the 7th. Chance, a cheetah at a loose end, finds himself in possession of something called ‘Life Modding.’ Time to test out how malleable life is…