Under Their Feet
I changed up my fursona. Puppybat is too complex, and I like the idea of London being a pure dalmatian with white fur... That could be stained easily. XB
I wrote this instead of finishing up the next chapter of my story. I had to get it out of my head.
London the dalmatian had found himself in wonderful predicament. He was frogtied face up under a chair, with his head sticking out the front. He'd been there for hours now. It had started as a grindr hook-up with a very dominant hyena, but after he'd been tied up and put into this position, the hyena put out a craigslist ad pimping London out.
In addition to the bondage, London had a tight chastity cage on, but despite that pools of cum had formed on his belly. The situation kept getting better. His beautiful white fur was grey and brown on his face, but especially around his muzzle. His tongue was black from doing such a good job. Five pairs of feet, he figured he'd cleaned. Five pairs of dirty shoes, filthy socks, and rank feet had walked through that door.
The hyena currently was sitting on the chair, with his own rank socked feet sitting on either side of London's head. He was counting money from everyone who'd paid to let London suck the grime from between their toes. London was panting heavily, and the hyena took notice. "Yo, you okay down there? You need something foot bitch?"
"Thirsty." London said quietly. He'd been there hours after all.
"Yeah, okay." The hyena shrugged, stowing the wad of cash in his jeans pocket. He grabbed a clear plastic sports bottle from a nearby table, and sloshed the water around in it for a moment before unscrewing the cap. London's mouth watered as the hyena peeled one of his socks off. The sock had clearly been worn for weeks. It was mostly white, yellowed around the edges with brown black souls that were crusty and stiff. His foot stench was all London could smell as soon as the sock was off. He watched the hyena drop the sock into the bottle of water and screw the lid back on, shaking the bottle up until the water was cloudy and gray. "Okay foot rag, here you go."
He popped the top of the bottle, and put the open end into London's mouth, who drank down greedily. The water was sour with sweat and bitter with dirt with bits of cotton and flecks of sweat crust floating in it. London's cock twitched and pulsed in his cage, his face flushing as he drank the dirty sock juice, and whined when the hyena took the bottle away.
"Enough of that, we'll let that steep." The hyena was looking at his phone. "We got another customer sock huffer."
The hyena got up and left London sitting there, relishing the melody of foot taste in his mouth. He was embarrassed about his muzzle, the never washed out right away. It would be days of people knowing what he did. Days of humiliation.
A heavy built skunk entered, with a strip of purple hair on their head. "Oh my," The skunk said in an effeminate voice, settling into the chair. "Are you a pathetic thing?"
The hyena hung out in the doorway. "Yeah, the little bitch loves feet though."
The skunk smirked, and put their mud encrusted tennis shoe against London's face. He immediately went to town, licking at the mud chunks and grass stains ravenously. "I thought you said this foot slut would go slow?"
The hyena looked up from counting money, "Yeah, it'll go slow when it gets to your socks. I don't think it likes shoes too much, but it gets the job done."
London grimaced as he swallowed the mud chunks entering his muzzle, licking viciously at the grass stains on the shoe to try and get them out. After taking a large chunk of muck off the shoe, the skunk took his shoe off of London, pinning his head in between the two sneakers and looking down at him.
"Hey baby, I'll make you a deal. If you still clean my shoes after, and take your time doing it, I'll let you have at my dirty socks now." London's eyes got wide, and he nodded, smearing mud crumbles over the sides of his head. The skunk laughed at him, and hooked a claw on the back of their shoe. As their foot slid out, the stench was more than anything London had ever smelled. His eyes immediately watered, and he couldn't see the sock as it was raised over his face.
There was a hole in the sock near the heel, the edges of which were a rancid brownish yellow, like something had eaten through them. The sole of the sock was nearly black, and stiff as a board, crust falling freely from it onto London's face. The smell was overwhelming him, and his cock was pressed painfully against his cock cage. As the skunk slowly lowered the foot towards London's muzzle, his dick twitched and jumped. He involuntarily tugged at his restraints because the sensations were too much for him. He could have turned his head away, but couldn't. As overwhelmed as he was, London wanted to worship that socked foot.
As soon as it touched his muzzle he let loose a loud and pained moan, bucking his hips as he shot another load across his belly.
The hyena gave him an odd look, pinching his nose against the skunks stench. "Damn, he loves feet." The skunk merely giggled, ignoring London's moan and pressing his foot into the dalmatian's face. It was going to be a very long night for him.