My long-embraced love for feet knows almost no bounds. This is especially true within the incredibly diverse world of human-like animals.
Naturally, it was nothing short of the opportunity of a lifetime to take a vacation to my own brand-new site right in the middle of Camp Poketto-only the finest and most multitudinous summer camp I could ever dream of attending. So many animals with so many wondrous personalities, so many different shapes of delectably gorgeous feet to discover, and far too little time to meet them all.
The task surprisingly couldn't be any simpler as well, for Isabelle had mentioned in her less-than-brief tour of the place that the animal folk camping around these parts just happen to be the friendliest campers this side of the grandiose realm. I simply couldn't wait but a second more and forthwith began socializing to the best of my abilities day in and day out.
Between all the fire roasts, bad guitar stylings, impromptu recipe discoveries, infernal gift exchanges, and inviting of nearly every animal to my personal abode, I've been shaping up some legitimate and lasting friendships with many delightful cuties that I'll certainly be ready to one day take to my special level of intimacy.
Today I decided to do just that with a sporty little hunk named Bam. Recalling my first thoughts, I'm ashamed to say I somewhat glanced over him, knowing that a blue deer with freckles and an active lifestyle may almost certainly have not been my first choice, but seeing as I desired to be in this for the long haul, I reluctantly but optimistically accepted this self-made social challenge which could very easily backfire.
He is simply a great guy all around, occasionally motivating me to get in a few workouts per month-which is far from an easy feat, so kudos to him. He has also miraculously taken kindly to me speaking his name twice consecutively-a nickname I've no doubt he has heard before. Oh yes, he was undoubtedly the best first subject for my risque experiment.
"Byam Byaaam~" I called out to him as I emerged from my camper to find him chilling on the blue-and-white-striped couch within my leader-sized almost-suburban campsite. His breath was a deep slow heave-most likely from his early morning leg burning. Of course, I made the conscious decision to always order footrests in front of every couch I purchase for my site, and I'm sure he must appreciate just that after all those wall-squats or whatever.
"Heeeya boosh, sssup ya sleepyhead~" he tiredly responded, swigging that unnecessarily grotesque protein shake. I immediately noticed the very first hurdle of today's challenge-he still had his shoes fully on. Strange indeed, as he is one of the many animal folks who rarely ever tend to wear shoes at all, even in the middle of the spectacular outdoors.
"Back at it again with that leafy-dark bottle'a whatsit there?" I teasingly jabbed, making casually clear my disdain for that less-than-couth concoction. "That stuff reeks even all the way to my tent," I half-lied as I plopped down next to him and lazily transferred it from his hand to the coffee table. "Yeah, that's enough of that, fosho," I grumbled and tried not to gag, as I could indeed smell it at this point.
"Naaaah maaan, you know wassup," he yawned, grabbing the bottle back. "Not done gettin' them GAINS yet."
"Jheezh," I sputtered, giving up. "At least throw in some chocolate or somethin'." At that, he just scoffed, thus allowing me to get down to brass tacks. "Hey, listen, buddy, I gotta lay down some new ground rules for the guests of my, uh, flat," I gestured around the place with an absentminded wave. He appeared to be listening patiently. "First off, I'm now putting in an actual effort to keep this place all spick and span, so everybody's gotta take off their shoes as you come in here, 'kay?"
"Ah maaan, everybody?" He sounded in disbelief for a second, as it has been quite some time since I took the proverbial office.
"Yup, everybody. I'm ordering a sign from Cyrus tomorrow."
"All right, that's cool," he shrugged as he kicked both shoes off.
Of course, he had socks on as well, for it would be simply weird and classless if anyone hadn't. "Socks too," I added, slowly leaning and stretching my hands toward his giant deer feet, trying my hardest not to inhale too much of that fetid post-workout rank.
"Wah?" he perked up a bit, clearly confused and becoming even more so seeing me inch towards them clompers. "Wuh-why the...socks too?" He seemed to tense his body up and curl his feet a little bit in anticipation of my touching of them.
"Because…" I deliberated between stalling for words and wasting no time peeling those socks off. "As I said before, as owner of the biggest site in this here camp land-this...sparkly chic outdoorsy estate, I would prefer to give off a vibe of, uh...cleanliness and homeliness. You know, outta sight, outta mind."
"Hmmm...yeah, all right, I guess that makes sense…" the deer agreed, cautiously compliant and suspiciously optimistic about my intentions.
"Aaaaaaand…" I began to add, a rushing crushing sense of attraction to those bare blue deer soles nearly giving me a heart palpitation, "as a... a reward for following this new rule, each of my guests is entitled to a…" I rightly hesitated, going in for that sink-or-swim moment, "a complimentary revitalizing, uh, pedal mássàge." Definitely scrambling at straws there.
Thankfully, in that moment he seemed to be just the right amount of brawn over brains (combined with that cup of exhaustion) to not read into those words too scrupulously, and shruggingly went along with it. "All right, sure, whatever. I could sooo use one of those right about now, boosh, heh."
Ding! Key inside. Revved up and ready to rumble. I wasted no time kneeling down in front of them-those cool, smooth, moderately-moistened light-blue brown-spotted soles (which thankfully didn't have quite much, if any, of a paunch), with two soft fluffy hoof-adorned toes atop each one. Although, I knew I could really only softly rub them for a few seconds before he would realize that didn't necessarily constitute a proper massage. Of course, that wouldn't have been the case anyway without my always handy-dandy pocket lotion, which I never leave my camper without.
My heart was pounding so hard, there were several milliseconds during which I almost lost my cool yet professional demeanor. It was only during those first few moments of applying said lotion and gently pressing my thumbs into that soft azure flesh that my nerves began to calm. This is normal. Friends do this all the time for each other, and if he isn't interested in anything beyond this simple act, then he'd remain none the wiser to my other desires. (Of course, he might also ask about it in the name of posterity, which would be completely odd in and of itself.)
Through the sounds of my heart still idly pounding and my all-too-prevalent internal thoughts, I could hear the faintest grunts or moans of an approving or pleasurous nature. He didn't seem to feel completely grossed out or violated by these sensations I was bestowing upon him, so I was incentivized to calm down yet a bit more. "Hmmm... that feel reeeal good, now?" I slowly cracked a grin.
His eyes were closed during most of that time, and his general expression did not give off any vibes of discomfort. He just softly nodded and said nothing for a significant chunk of time, albeit squeaking out the occasional pleased grunt.
After several minutes of rubbing his soles, a much deeper urge inside me to take a riskier action could scarcely be ignored any longer. Fully prepared for anything he might say or do in response, I began to lean my face in, and drag the tip of my tongue lightly and slowly up the bare smooth skin of his left sole as warmly as I knew how, across the full sole from heel to toe, successfully to my surprise. I then drew back to look at his face.
Surprisingly, it took him a good few seconds before he seemed to notice, opening one eye to take in my immediate blush of embarrassment. "Hmm...little weird…" he muttered softly as I awkwardly avoided his gaze. My heart almost stopped at what I heard from him next—verbal consent. "Ah, that felt pretty nice, though. 'Ey, keep on doing what you're doing there, I kinda like it," he smiled and relaxed his eyes again.
As my blush faded, I carefully went into passion mode—now taking deep, long licks up his heels and arches alternately, while also giving each of his four beefy toes some gentle oral encasement.
His face scrunched up a bit occasionally and his breaths sounded a bit intensified, which he just so happened to voice, commenting: "Heh, kinda tickles a bit," at which my heart began to flutter once again. Soft, delicious, barely malodorous, and sensitive—these adorable azure deer feet are simply perfect.
About half an hour must have passed filled with me sluttily indulging in my fetish, and if other campers happened to see this display, my eyes were far too enraptured in the blue hooves to notice such things. All the while, Bam gave off a general vibe of contentedness and satisfaction. Eventually, though, he did beckon me that he had enough and pulled his legs up to allow himself to lie down on his side on the plush couch.
"Heh...well, kablang, that was actually pretty nice," he declared a bit sleepily. As I slowly snuggled up beside him for an awkward kind of spoon with my arm around his chest, I could sense him blushing embarrassedly without having to see it. "Are you coming onto me or something, man?" he inquired a bit sheepishly, which was highly unusual for his public demeanor. I must've done something crazy to his resolve for this sort of emotion to appear.
"No... well, not necessarily," I tried still to tread as carefully as possible over this ground that was apparently all but unprecedented to him. "I've just been thinking for a while. So, like... we're totally still friends, yeah? Even after all this here?"
He sighed deeply and wiggled and stretched out his feet, which were still slightly damp. "Well, yeah, sure, of course, for sure... but like, is that the extent of your feelings? I mean, why'd you even do that in the first place, boosh?"
It felt, to me, increasingly difficult to be as delicate about this as possible. So I tried not to complicate it more than I needed to. "All right, well, I guess it's really as simple as it looks. I just like your feet... a lot. And that's all, ya know, nothing inherently, like, awkward or whatever, I hope." I knew the entire time talking that it was still sounding extremely weird nonetheless, but I was already in the deep end, so I had to power through and wrap it up as nicely as possible. "So, I was just wondering if you'd like to maybe make this a regular thing, as simply just, like, friends... with, ya know, that specific benefit only. Whatever you'd be comfortable with, I'm totally okay doing." And finally, the guilt trip of courtesy, as I started to sit up. "Uh, I can leave as well, if that's what you'd like."
As I slowly proceeded to stand up and leave, Bam grabbed my arm and flashed me what seemed to be a genuine smile. "Dude, it's all right, seriously. I really, actually enjoyed that, man. I, uh... I officially permit you to invite me over to do that again anytime you'd like," he said with a more distinguished tone as he laid a royal blue cloven hand on my shoulder. Or maybe he caressed my head? The finer details of that moment have become a blur after he spoke those words of consensual encouragement.
I hardly cared in that moment if he could see me almost literally beaming with a grin, and ultimately I simply couldn't help sitting back down and wrapping him in a tight embrace. "You are the best friend I could ever ask for, Bam Bam," I softly cried at his own slightly blushy self.
"N'aww, that's real sweet of you, boosh," he returned the hug with a tone more friendly than embarrassed. "I suppose I could actually go around town and camp barefoot more often, my workouts have lately been a bit lacking in the pedal department. As long as you don't start stealing my socks and stuff now, kablang!" he added super cheekily with a playful nudge.
"Hey now!" I nudged back with a bit more force. "If you keep on giving me a hard time like that, then I'm gonna have to come over and tickle ya during your workouts every day I can," I teased right back with a menacing wiggle of my fingers.
"Heh, all right, man, you're cool. It's all cool," he finished a bit nervously. Clearly this buck is a probably-fun amount of ticklish, and I'm definitely going to have some a blast with that in the future.
We snuggled on the couch for a little while more, until eventually he bid mata ne and left to get on with the rest of his day. I sat there for a good few minutes more, still lingering in thoughts of the sensations I'd experienced.
The amazing taste of his sweet and savory smooth sapphire soles. The subtle aroma indicating that he takes good care of himself. The warm and soft feeling of his toned yet friendly body. His stereotypically athletic personality, albeit perhaps a bit kinder and more considerate, if only towards the likes of myself. It's as if I were somewhat of an attractive opposite to him, reminding him through my existence to slow down and enjoy a good day of rest and appreciation every so often. That deer is a force not at all to be trifled with, and certainly nowhere near a friend to take lightly.
Of course, no symbiotic friendship is perfect, and I'm still not entirely sure if he's totally comfortable with my casual fetish, despite his assurances.
Nevertheless, I am fully determined to see how this plays out, where our friendship will lead us, and just how far I can go with the things I'll do with him.
One thing's for sure-my search for others in the way of similar friendships has been put on hold for a while, as I'll definitely be giving this one my all for quite some time to come.