The Perfect Feet

Story by Slavodave; Edited by Thaz

“Dude, I’m telling you. She’s so hot.”

“I swear if you date that weird ass hippie I’m never talking to you again.”

“Come on man, you don’t think white witches are hot?”

“I think they’re a bunch of tree hugging freaks.”

“But have you seen how big her… Hey, what’s this?”

The otter pointed on the note taped against the locker room door, telling the pair that it was
closed for repairs. The otter looked over at his fennec fox companion.

“So now what do we do?”

The fox’s ears pricked up as the note jolted something from his memory.

“Oh, didn’t coach tell us last practice to use the football team’s locker room for today?”

The otter’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Really?! The football team’s locker room?! There’s no way they’re allowing us and the other
losers from the swim team in there.”

The fennec shrugged, trying to look nonchalant about the situation, when in reality he was
nervous as hell. Almost everyone on that team was easily twice his size, and could grind him
into a pulp, even without help from their magic.

“I don’t think it’ll be that bad. It’s just for one day anyway! I’m sure they won’t even notice us.”

“Alright Thomas, but if I get stuffed into a locker it’s your fault.”

“Just don’t say anything stupid to them Dan.”

“I make no promises.”

***
The duo pushed open the sleek doors to the football team’s locker, bracing themselves for
stares they thought would undoubtedly come their way, but no one even noticed them as they
walked in. The team was getting ready for practice. Some were putting on their specially
designed cleats and pads that had warding spells woven into them to protect them from the
brutal collisions and magical attacks they would soon face, others were slowly moving their
hands around in intricate patterns as translucent streams of different colored light flowed behind
the path of their hands. Thomas knew they were building up the concentration and focus
needed to wield one’s powers in the midst of something as brutal as their sport. All of them were
at least a foot taller than both the fennec and the otter and much more muscular after countless
hours of training. It was an intimidating sight, but they were relieved to see that none of them
were going to give them any trouble. There was one thing the two noticed in the room right
away.

“Aww man it stinks in here!”

The otter wrinkled his nose in disgust after his statement. Thomas had to agree. The
combination of sweaty men, crusty clothing, and discarded footwear filled the room with a sharp,
pungent odor that nearly made the fennec’s eyes water, and his sharp sense of smell wasn’t
helping either. There was one stench he picked out quite clearly though, one that made his
heart start racing. He looked around at all the worn-out cleats, filthy sneakers, threadbare socks,
and dirty flip flops scattered across the room, and also glanced at all of the players who were
walking around barefoot. All of these combined to permeate the air with that specific scent that
drove the fennec crazy with lust, the smell of ripe, unwashed feet. He had always felt guilty
about his foot-loving antics, and tended to keep them hidden away. In fact no one knew about
his fetish. He wished he could grow the courage to tell one of his friends, but until then he could
only fantasize about being under a pair of raunchy soles.

“Oh there’s some of our teammates. Let’s go over to them.”

Dan led both of them over to a certain row of lockers where their teammates were changing for
their own practice. Even though everyone on the swim team was decently athletic and lean
compared to the football players they looked like walking twigs who could barely hold a leaf. As
Thomas came around the corner he was stunned by a glorious sight, something he had only
ever dreamed about. Three long thick toes stretched up from a smooth, light yellow sole and
ended in perfect curved white claws. The bottom of the foot was upturned towards him, giving
the quivering fennec a perfect view of the sheer size and strength that emanated from the foot.
The toes curled and flexed deepening the invisible creases in the sole into broad canyons of
gorgeous foot flesh. For a few seconds the shocked fox ogled it, until Dan noticed his friend’s
bulging eyes and gaping mouth.

“Impressive isn’t he? That’s the star quarterback for the football team, Thaz.”
The fox quickly recovered from his foot focused reverie, taking his eyes off of those wiggling
toes and up to the person who was the proud owner of them. It was a dragon, and a big one
too. His thick legs and arms were a deep orange, while his abs and pecs were a light
yellowish-orange. The top of his short muzzle was the same color as his arms, while the patch
of yellow led right up from his chest up the sides of his face and around his eyes. Two long ears
poked out from beneath thick locks of messy red hair and two small ivory horns curled out from
the back of his head. He had one of his muscular legs crossed over his knee, and was softly
scraping any debris stuck to his upturned foot with his palm, as he clutched a long, white sock in
his other hand. Thomas realized he had seen the dragon around campus a few times, and
remembered having to crane his head up to get a look at the dragon’s head. Thaz was easily
twice Thomas’ size, and a truly impressive sight. Dan leaned closer again so he could whisper.

“That dude is amazing! You should see how good he is with his magic! He can truck any player
into the stands using some of his spells. One time he used a spell that made a defender’s
shoelaces wrap around his ankles, which made him fall flat on his face. The guy is an absolute
legend!”

Thomas watched as the dragon slipped on the long white sock over his foot, concealing his sole
from the fox’s admiring stare. Disappointed, the fox was about to turn around and put his stuff in
a locker when he happened to notice the quarterback’s giant flip flops scattered next to his feet.
His eyes bulged out as he stared lovingly at the grimy discarded footwear so tantalizingly close
to him. Their once pristine black surfaces had been mutilated by the sheer power and filth from
the dragon’s hulking feet. Deep brown impressions of the dragon’s soles had been carved out of
those unfortunate flops after months possibly years of heavy use from their owner’s thick,
sweaty paws. The fennec’s sensitive nose tingled with excitement as he imagined pressing his
snout against those flip flops and letting their pungent scent wash over his senses. He sniffed at
the air, and realized that the dominant raunchy smell that stood out from all the rest was actually
coming from Thaz’s feet and footwear. The fox was incredibly turned on when he realized this
and a bulge was quickly forming in his pants. He took one last glance at Thaz and his flops
before turning and burying his face into his locker, his cheeks red with embarrassment. He was
always amazed how easy it was for feet to excite him. Just a mere glance at a pair of sexy soles
would turn him into a horny mess for the rest of the day, and render him unable to focus on
anything other than his twisted fantasies. He soon realized it was impossible to shake the
thought of that dragon’s feet from his mind. Each time he tried to forget them he came up with a
new way for him to be under them and serving them. No matter what he tried he couldn’t wipe
away the thought of having his face buried into those perfect, meaty soles. A hand shaking his
shoulder brought him out of the depths of his dirty mind. He turned around and saw Dan, a
concerned look on his face.

“Hey man you alright?”

Ya I just saw a pair of hot feet that I can’t stop thinking about
The sardonic voice in his mind answered. In reality he gave the otter a weak smile.

“Ya I just don’t feel too good. Must’ve been something I ate.”

“You look a bit queasy man. Don’t go throwing up in the pool on me man.”

The fox let out a snort, a smile on his face.

“I’ll try not to.”

“Ok good. Hurry up and get dressed. Coach is gonna have your ass if you’re not there on time.”

The fox nodded, and his friend turned and walked towards the door that led to the pool. The
vulpine let out a shaky breath and pulled out his practice speedo from his bag, hoping his boner
would die down enough before he had to put it on. He changed quickly, and headed towards the
pool, taking one last glance back at the now fully padded Thaz, cletes clicking on the rubber
floor as he walked to the practice field. Thomas turned around and walked towards the pool. He
had a feeling this wouldn’t be his best practice.

***

The fox went through the usual motions at practice. He used his magic to create a bubble of air
around his head, a glowing bodysuit to reduce the drag of his fur in water, and an ethereal pair
of flippers for his feet. He looked up at the massive, perfect sphere of clear water that floated
above him, and let out a sigh as he jumped up and joined his teammates in the pool. He swam
around like a robot, doing everything he was told but without any passion or extra effort. His
mind was constantly thinking about the pair of flip flops that were lying back in the empty locker
room. Usually he could control his urges until he got back to his room, but this time was
different. He wanted to sniff those flops so badly. No… He NEEDED to. Thaz’s feet had come
straight from his most coveted fantasies, and he could not pass up an opportunity like this. A
plan slowly formed in his mind as he swam much more slowly than usual around the pool. He
would tell his coach he wasn’t feeling too well so he could leave early and get back to the locker
room before anyone else. Then he would have at least thirty minutes with those flip flops, a half
hour of paradise, before the teams would come back. He bided his time, judging which moment
would be best for his plan to work. Finally he slipped back out of the pool, and landed on the
drains below it. The magical gear on his body dissipated, and he used his powers to dry himself
instantly before walking over to his coach. The pot bellied beaver had his usual clipboard in his
hand, and wore his usual ill-fitting shirt that proudly displayed the fact he used to be a member
of the national swim team twenty years ago. As he walked up Thomas used a magical trick he
recently learned that made him look pale and sickly.

“Hey coach. I don’t feel too well.”

The beaver stared down at the otter sternly.

“I can tell Thomas. You looked like a one legged frog out there kid. What the hell is the matter
with you?”

“Not sure. It might’ve been something I ate earlier.”

“Hmmph… Well since you’re usually such a hard worker I’ll let you leave early just this once.
You better give me more effort tomorrow.”

“Thanks coach. I will.”

The fennec turned and sauntered off to the locker room, his heart starting to pound with nervous
excitement.

***

The locker room was completely empty, just like Thomas had hoped. It felt weird walking around
in it alone after it had been filled with two noisy teams over an hour ago. He walked past the
many rows of lockers until he found his own. He hoped the dragon didn’t lock his flops inside his
locker before he left. When he saw them lying haphazardly on the floor like before he let out a
sigh of relief. He looked around and listened for anyone one last time, and removed any second
thoughts from his mind. He might never get an opportunity like this again, and he was definitely
not going to pass it up. His whole body shook as he walked over to Thaz’s locker, his eyes
never leaving the footwear beneath him. He got to his knees and stared at the flip flops,
savoring the nervous anticipation coursing through his heart and stomach. He carefully picked
up one of the flops in his hands as if it were a frail, ancient artifact. His hand looked small
compared to the enormous size of the sandal, and it hit him just how big the dragon’s feet were.
He stared in awe of the impression that had been brutally pressed into its surface. Already his
powerful sense of smell was picking up the scent of unwashed, sweaty feet that had been
soaked into the entire flip flop. He thought about sitting on the bench in front of him to play with
the flop, but being on his knees for something like this just felt… right. Finally he decided it was
time. He wasn’t sure what was throbbing harder, his heart or his cock as he pulled that perfect
impression of the dragon’s foot towards his face. He held his breath as he placed his nose
against the smooth foam surface, right where the ball of Thaz’s foot would’ve gone. He
shuddered with joy as he took in a deep breath through his powerful nose. The stench was
nearly too much for the fox, and his eyes began to water from the sheer cheesy, musky potency
of the smell that assaulted his unprepared nostrils. It was absolutely perfect, a smell that filled
his wildest dreams. His next sniff was even deeper and louder as he indulged in his
embarrassing fetish. Pleasure and relief coursed through his veins as he moved his nose up
and down the length of the sandal, bathing in this vile stench that drove him crazy with lust. All
other thoughts slipped away as his whole being became solely devoted to his love for feet. He
became a wild animal, unable to control himself as he snorted and grunted, sliding his nose all
over the sandal.

He was about to try his first lick when he felt someone grab his shoulder. He froze, his eyes
wide with fear. He sobered up instantly, and his passion was now replaced by many terrible
regrets. An icy hand clenched his heart as he slowly removed the flop from his face. He turned
around slowly, wondering who was behind him. Maybe it was his coach coming to check on
him, or maybe Dan back early. Either way he knew he would have a lot of explaining to do. His
heart nearly stopped when he realized the big, clawed hand grabbing him was orange. He
craned his neck back and saw Thaz himself towering over him. The dragon had his helmet
cradled in his other arm, his face a mixture of confusion, disgust, and amusement. Thomas’
mind was racing trying to come up for a good excuse why he had been seen with his nose
pressed against the dragon’s filthy flop. The silence was deafening, and the terrified fox
squirmed under the intense gaze.

“What are you doing?”

The dragon’s deep voice matched the many emotions on his face. Thomas tried to keep his
words steady and act confident even though he was nervous as hell.

“I was… figuring out if these were my flip flops. I know it’s weird but it’s easy to tell which are
mine with my sense of smell.

The dragon let out a snicker. The fox’s ears flopped down to the sides of his head.

“Aren’t they a bit too big for you little fox? Also what’s that I see poking out of your speedo?”

Thomas turned and looked down. His hardened cock desperately strained against the tight
spandex of his speedo. He turned back around, speechless, but the embarrassed look on his
face conveyed much more than words could. The fox’s fake confidence was completely
shattered. He hung his head with shame, his voice was a weak whisper.

“I… I’m sorry.”

The dragon snorted, taking his hand off of the fox’s shoulder and crossing his muscular arms.

“And to think if coach hadn’t let me out early so I could study for my exam I would’ve never
caught you.”

“Look… I’m sorry. I… I just couldn’t resist. Your… feet are just too sexy.”

Those words felt weird coming out of his mouth. Never before had he actually admitted his
fetish out loud. The dragon let a wry chuckle.
“Huh, thanks I guess. Did you sneak out early just so you could get a whiff of my flip flops?”

The fox panicked, clasping his hands together in a desperate plea.

“Please don’t tell anyone! If everyone found out about this my life would be ruined!”

Thomas could tell Thaz was enjoying the situation and the power he wielded over him from the
smirk on his face. It just made him more scared, and that made him more desperate.

The fox lunged forward and wrapped his arms around one of the dragon’s tree trunks for a leg.
He hung on, even as the dragon tried to shake him off and go towards the pool. He was on the
verge of tears.

“I’ll do anything! Please! I’m begging you!”

It was a little while before the fox realized the dragon had stopped moving, and was instead
letting out a long chuckle. The fox looked up and saw an evil smile on the dragon’s face.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone! You don’t know how lucky you are fox.”

Thomas’ fear was replaced by relief and also a bit of confusion.

“Wait… why?”

The dragon looked around the locker room before turning back to the kneeling fox and giving
him a cheeky wink. The dragon leaned over and snatched the flip flop that Thomas was still
holding in his hands. The fox watched in awe as the dragon dug his snout into his own footwear
and took in a deep breath through his nose, before letting out a long satisfied exhale with a
pleased look on his face. The dragon gave Thomas a smirk. The fox’s eyes were bulging from
their sockets in complete disbelief. He had to be dreaming, this was too good to be true.

“You? There’s no way you like feet too!”

The dragon gave him a smile and nodded.

“I sure do, especially mine! You won’t find a pair of feet as smelly, wide, and sexy as mine fox,
and you better believe no one else’s stompers can trash a pair of flip flops like mine. I’m not
surprised a foot lover like you picked my flops out in a room full of smelly footwear.”

The fox had no idea what to say. In his fantasies he would have eagerly agreed with the dragon
and showered his feet with praise, but now he just stared up at the dragon in shock. The
narcissistic dragon took another whiff of his own filthy flip flop and gave the fox another wink.
“Well now that I know your little secret, how about I make you a deal. I won’t tell anyone about
your fetish, and you can serve my godly stompers.”

The fox didn’t know what to say, how to let the dragon know how desperately he wanted his
perfect soles. All he did was let out a gasp and nod as fast as he could.

“Good choice fox.”

The dragon again put his hand on the fennec’s shoulder, but this time it felt almost threatening.
The dragon had an evil smile on his face that made the fox’s skin crawl, and also turned him on
a little bit. Thomas felt excitement bubbling up from deep inside of him, and his stomach was
filled with so many butterflies that he felt nauseous. This couldn’t be happening. This just had to
be too good to be true.

“Wh… What are you gonna do with me?”

The dragon let out a devious little chuckle, narrowed his eyes, and gave the fox’s shoulder a
strong squeeze. He dropped his flip flop down to the floor below. It landed with a loud ​clack,
right in front of the fennec’s nose.

“You’re gonna worship my divine feet for as long as I tell you to.”

The fox started shaking, and couldn’t help but let out a little whimper of excitement.

“I...I”

“Heh, sounds like someone’s a bit excited. Been fantasizing about being under my soles ever
since you looked at them, huh?”

The fox nodded again.

“Hmmph doesn’t surprise me. Most foot bitches I’ve met obsess over feet as perfect as mine.
How badly do you wanna worship them fox?”

A fresh wave of ripe, foot scent wafted up from the flop’s insole, right into the fennec’s nostrils.
Words couldn’t begin to describe how much Thomas wanted to, but he tried anyway.

“I want them so badly! I… I need them! They’re sooo hot! And the smell is just...”

The fox let out another whimper, aware once again of his cock painfully distorting the spandex
around his waist. Thomas could tell the dragon was enjoying himself a lot too from the look on
his face as the fennec devotedly lowered his head into the wide flop.
“Now that’s what I wanna see! Get changed and we’ll head over to my place right away.”

The fox nodded and the hand was lifted from his shoulder. He stood up slowly on shaky legs
and walked over to his locker. Thaz set his helmet down on the bench and started taking off his
pads.

“Hey, I never got your name dude.”

The fox stopped rummaging through his locker and turned around.

“Oh, it’s Thomas.”

“Nice to meet’cha Thomas. I have a feeling we’re gonna become real good friends.”

Thomas’ throat was dry as he gave the dragon a happy smile. He really hoped they would.

***

Thaz wasted no time in treating the fox to some unmerciful teasing. He made sure the fox had
turned around and was paying close attention as he pulled off his cleats. The tight footwear
came off with a wet, squeaky, pop that made the fox tremble. Once they were off it was as if a
stink bomb had gone off in the room. Any lingering smell was overpowered by the raunchy, foul
stench that emanated from the dragon’s cleats and feet. The dragon’s once pristine white socks
had darkened after being soaked in his foot sweat, and clung tightly to the undersides of his
soles. Through the soiled, semi-transparent socks the outline and shape of the dragon’s feet
could just be made out, teasing the fox with a little preview of what he so desperately wanted to
see. The dragon made sure his soles were pointing directly at Thomas and that he was
watching before he peeled off his nasty socks. Thomas felt like a kid on Christmas morning as
the gift he had so desperately wanted was unwrapped before his eyes. The dragon let out a
sigh of relief as he finally freed his toes from their cotton prison, letting them air out and also
teasing his new admirer by wiggling them up and down. Even from a distance Thomas could
make out the dirt and lint trapped between the dragon’s toes and between the thick creases on
his soles, and the thin film of sweat on his feet that shimmered in the bright, flourescent light of
the locker room. Everything about the dragon’s feet were perfect, from his curved white claws to
his plump, round heels. They were a foot lover like Thomas’ ultimate fantasy. The fox’s boner
was a little less visible in the jeans he had just put on, but it was still as hard as ever. Thaz let
the fennec ogle his feet for a little while, making sure he made the fox as riled up as possible
before he stood up and started taking off his practice uniform. After changing into a white shirt
and black shorts he began to stuff his gear back in his locker. He picked up his discarded socks
last, and turned around to once again make sure Thomas was watching, another devious smirk
plastered across his face. Thaz suddenly pushed the ends of his socks up to his own snout, and
gave them a deep, gravelly sniff. He recoiled away from them as if he had been slapped, his
eyes closed and face scrunched up. Thomas could make out tears forming at the corners of his
eyes.
“Damn those are ripe…”

He hastily tossed the now crusty socks into the locker and slammed it shut. He turned back to
Thomas, who suddenly realized his knees were trembling. Thaz gave him a snicker.

“I’m not sure if you’ll be able to handle my feet Thomas. Oh well… That’s what you get for
sniffing around my stuff. You’re gonna regret that great sense of smell fox.”

The fennec watched closely as Thaz casually slid his feet into his flip flops. The impressive
weight of his feet squashed and stretched the unfortunate footwear and they let out a loud
squeak under the stress. It was a miracle they were able to hold up against the might of Thaz’s
soles. Thaz then grabbed his backpack and walked over to Thomas, giving the drooling fox a
slap on the back.

“Let’s go. You got a long night ahead of you buddy.”

***

They walked back across campus to Thaz’s dorm, enjoying the cool, dusk breeze while talking.
Thomas learned a lot of interesting things about the dragon he would’ve never guessed before.
He learned the dragon was a freshman like him, and also studying Advanced Spell Theory,
something he guessed would’ve been too difficult to do with his rigorous football schedule. The
fox quickly found out the star quarterback wasn’t just athletic, but also incredibly smart and
friendly, not just a dumb jock like he was expecting. He found himself admiring the dragon even
more than before, and could already tell they would soon be good friends, which made him
happier than if he had just become the dragon’s foot bitch (which he definitely wanted to
become). Thaz made sure to keep up his newly made regimine of sadistic teasing between their
casual conservations.

“I can’t tell you how many people I’ve had gagging under my feet Thomas. I hope you’re ready
to face them. If you take good care of them I’ll make sure to take good care of you my foot
slave.”

Those last words sent a shiver of pleasure up the fox’s spine. He couldn’t believe someone was
actually calling him that after years of fantasizing about it. He tried to answer, and found himself
sputtering incoherently. The dragon chuckled and gave him a slap on the back.

“Bet you’ve wanted to be called that for a long time, huh?

The fox let out a short murr of pleasure.

Thaz let out another chuckle as the shivering fox’s breaths turned into short, wheezing gasps.
He had never been this excited before in his life, and he knew it was about to get even better.

***

The dragon opened the door to his room, and immediately a wave of dominant, powerful musk
smacked into Thomas’ nose. The fox couldn’t help but notice all of the socks and dirty sneakers
lying around the place, and his sharp nose could detect the smell of the dragon’s feet in the air
with the many other unpleasant smells of a dorm room. Being the star quarterback on the
football team had its perks, like being given one of the biggest rooms on campus all to yourself.
Thomas let out a whistle as he looked around what was a palace considered to his own room.
The dragon had his own bathroom, kitchen, and enough space for his bed, a desk, a couch with
a table in front of it, a TV and also a massive bean bag chair. Also the ground was covered in
luscious, brown carpet while his own floor, one he shared with two other furs, was covered in
ugly, white tile.

Thaz walked over to the the bean bag chair off to the side of the couch. He turned around and
spread his arms out wide, falling back into its copious folds. The chair let out a soft groan as it
caught the full weight of the huge dragon, bringing him safely into its loving embrace while his
chunky, flexible tail was pushed to the side. The dragon let out a sigh and closed his eyes,
before sitting up in the chair and giving it a soft pat.

“And this is my favorite part of the room. You’ll never sit in anything more comfortable than this.
Maybe I’ll let you sit in this throne someday Thomas, but for now you’re spot is right in front of
it.”

The dragon snickered and pointed a clawed finger at the carpeted ground in front of the throne,
where his flip flop-covered feet currently rested. Thomas let out a chuckle and smiled, and then
spread his arms out wide.

“Well what do you want me to do?… ​Master.”​

His voice quivered, giving away his excitement, if that wasn’t obvious by his wide eyes and
perky ears. Thaz leaned back, and let out a sensual smile when he heard his new title. He
crossed his muscular arms behind his head.

“Well first… I want you to get naked.”

The fox wasn’t expecting that. His cheeks turned hot with an embarrassment and a small tinge
of nervousness ran through his stomach.

“Wait… what?”
“Well I want a clear view of the pleasure my slave gets while worshipping my feet, and you’re
not worthy enough to wear clothes in my presence.”

Thomas was surprised by the demanding and condescending tone the dragon gave him. It was
clearly not the first time Thaz had done this. He wasn’t very comfortable with the idea of getting
naked in front of the dragon, especially knowing how his body, even though slim and fit after
years of swimming, could never compare to his, but if this was the only way he could get at
those sexy, yellow soles it was a small price to pay. In fact the more he thought about it, the
more he started to like the idea. It was as if his place as a slave was becoming almost official.
He took a deep breath and took off his shirt, socks, shoes, and pants in front of the dragon, who
watched through narrowed eyes. The fennec looked down at his cock poking against his
underwear, still hard even after all this time. He grabbed the sides of his underwear, hesitated
for just a moment, then slipped them down around his ankles and flicked them to the side with
his bare paw. The fox stood awkwardly in front of the dragon, who was staring at his
reddish-pink cock that stretched out from his light brown fur. His furry balls swayed slightly as he
hopped back and forth from foot to foot, squirming under Thaz’s judging gaze. Finally the
dragon pursed his lips, and gave him a nod.

“Not bad fox. I like my slaves lean and strong like you.”

The dragon smiled, and waggled a finger at the fox.

“Now let’s turn you into a proper slave.”

The dragon held up a clawed hand, and closed his eyes, as a teal glowing light began to slowly
form around his palm and wrist. Thomas felt a tingling sensation in his entire body, and knew
the dragon was using his magic on him. He felt his arms slowly move towards his back as rings
of the translucent, ethereal, teal light formed around his wrists and ankles. He tried to resist the
magic, but found to his dismay that it was too strong too resist with his own. He stopped fighting
and let the dragon do what he wanted to him. He could feel the tingling grow stronger as he
watched as the cuffs around his ankles were connected to each other by a glowing, teal tether
that looked like a link of chains. He looked behind him and saw something similar happening to
his arms behind his back, except this time when his wrists touched the two teal shackles turned
into one big one that kept his wrists firmly pressed together. Thomas felt the tingling sensation
fade away and tried out his new bonds. Both of them were as solid and unbreakable as metal
shackles or rope to a non-magical person. Thomas looked over to his master, who had a
pleased smile on his face as he admired his handiwork. He beckoned to the fox.

“Come here slave.”

Thomas obeyed, moving his magically shackled ankles in an awkward shuffling gait towards the
dragon. To his surprise and amusement the ethereal bond clinked together like real chain as he
moved. The fox stopped right before Thaz’s outstretched feet, bound and helpless before his
new master.

“On your knees slave.”

It was difficult to go one leg at a time, so the fox fell down to this knees nearly hitting his face on
the carpet without anything to stop his fall. He sat back on his knees, his eyes on the same level
as the dragon’s. He thought about all of the porn scenes he watched over the years, the foot
slave naked and bound like he was before his master’s feet. He couldn’t believe he was in the
same position now. He felt another tingling sensation, and glanced down to see a shimmering
collar forming around his neck. A long tendril slowly materialized between his new collar and
one of Thaz’s awaiting hands, a nice leash for the master to control his slave. Thomas stared up
at the dragon, amazed. He never would have imagined the dragon could pull off something this
advanced.

“How… how did you learn this?”

“I taught myself. Learning it was a major challenge, but I got it. I thought it would be pretty useful
to be able to form bonds like these for football. This is just an added benefit.”

The dragon gave the leash an experimental tug and was satisfied when the fox’s body jerked
forward.

“Now you’re starting to look like a slave!”

The fox never imagined that by the end of today he would be trussed up and kneeling before a
dominant dragon who wanted his feet to be worshipped. He looked down at the tops of the
dragon’s feet, still wearing those flip flops. He watched as those meaty toes wiggled in
anticipation. He lowered his snout until it was right in front of those two gargantuan flip flops
which were so worn and thin he could feel the warmth of Thaz’s feet radiating through them.

The fox let out an obsequious whimper, which was interrupted by a sharp snap from the
dragon’s fingers. Again the fox felt a familiar tingling sensation, this time around his muzzle. He
tried to open his mouth to say something, but found his jaws slowly being pulled shut against his
will. He glanced down his snout to see thick bands of teal glow wrapping around his muzzle,
clenching them shut. The fox panicked and let out a groan and tried to fight against the bonds.

“Don’t want you to go breathing through that mouth of yours, even though you probably won’t
want to anyway. The only way you’re getting air is by breathing through that sharp little nose of
yours fox.”

The dragon let out a sadistic chuckle, and the fox felt pinpricks of excitement and fear along his
entire body. What did he get himself into?
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
Thomas didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the right flip flop and pulled on it with both of his hands. The
dragon’s foot was so perfectly molded into the flip flop that it took a great deal of pulling and
tugging for the fox to get it off. After taking off the other one the dragon set his heels down on
the ground with his toes pointed up in the air. Thomas now had the best view of the dragon’s
soles yet. They were so much bigger up close, one of those wide feet could easily cover his
entire face. His muzzle could easily slide between his toes with some room to spare. He could
now make out the dirt, lint, and other debris that was plastered against his smooth, yellow soles
and around his toes much more clearly. The bottoms of his feet were still as sweaty as before
and he could already detect how potent they smelled. They had lost that unique, musky, locker
room stench stench, and left in its place was the ripe, pungent scent of aged cheddar mixed
with strong vinegar, a smell that usually came from unwashed feet, which Thaz’s feet most
certainly were.

“That’s three hours of football practice right there slave. Three hours of my feet marinating in
their own sweat. Oh, and did I mention my extensive workout before practice. I accidentally
brought a pair of crusty, week old socks for that. Oh well, mistakes happen you know.”

The fox let out a lusty moan as he was driven wild by the dragon’s expert teasing. If his mouth
could open he would be drooling right now. His cock throbbed with joy each time the smell of
those thick soles reached his nose. He wanted a closer sniff. He wanted to press his face into
those soles, and take a massive whiff of pure, uncut Thaz foot stench.

“Alright slave, get your nose under there and start sniffing, and don’t stop until you’ve explored
every part of my foot with that snout of yours. I need to know which part of my foot is the
smelliest.”

This was it. The moment Thomas had dreamed of for so long. A sharp tug on the leash was his
signal. He basked in the moment, staring down at those massive soles with pure love. He
craned his neck and back forward until he was on the same level as the dragon’s feet, on the
ground. It struck the fox just how low he was going literally and figuratively to explore the dirtiest
part of a person’s body. The thought of how slutty he was being, how base and submissive he
was made him hornier than ever before. He leaned forward, his vision taken up more and more
by those massive, yellow-orange behemoths the dragon had for feet. He firmly pressed his
snout into the soft warm folds of foot skin near the dragon’s toes. He scrunched up his face. He
had waited so long for this. He needed this. Air rushed in through his nostrils as he took a deep,
audible sniff of the dragon’s mighty foot.

The scent was absolutely potent. Thomas never thought a foot could smell like this. His nose
burned, his eyes watered and widened in shock, his body shuddered in a mix of disgust and
pleasure, and he let out a low, slutty moan through his closed lips. His nose was nearly
overwhelmed by the sheer potency of fumes coming from that dragon’s divine feet, but Thomas
managed to keep himself from panicking. The initial shock was replaced by curiosity and a
desire for more, to explore what other magnificently grotesque stenches his sniffer could pick up
from the dragon’s stompers. His head moved all around the dragon’s immobile feet, his black
nose flaring up as it tried to inhale as much foot odor as possible. He stuck his muzzle between
every toe and pressed it against every part of the dragon’s yellow soles, flinching slightly at the
touch of the fox’s nose. His cock was throbbing harder than it ever had, twitching and pulsating
everytime the fennec took in a breath through his nose. He could finally let his fetish be free,
and showed his new master just how big of a foot slut had been hidden deep within him. Thaz
watched with another form of pleasure, as the subservient fox explored his feet. His feet
deserved to be worshipped and appreciated, and both of them knew it. The dragon wanted his
slave to truly appreciate his stompers, and what they could offer to a foot lover like him.

“I think it’s time to kick it up a notch.”

Thaz closed his eyes and his soles were surrounded by a teal glow for a moment. Suddenly the
smell coming from the dragon’s feet seemed to get worse. Thomas let out a moan of surprise
and confusion as the burning in his nostrils began to get increase. His pleasure muddled mind
eventually realized the dragon was using a spell to make his feet smell raunchier. The smell got
worse with each sniff he took, and his body recoiled each time in involuntary shock as the sheer
power of the smell. The fox fell deeper into his love for feet, letting his mind become lost to the
smell and feel of this dragon’s perfect soles. He desperately wished he could slobber all over
them, cleaning all the filth from them as a good foot slave should do. He let his wishes be known
to the dragon by letting out a series of high pitched whimpers.

“What? Too smelly for you?”

The fox vigorously shook his head from side to side, moaning even louder. He looked up at his
master, desperation in his wide, brown eyes. He moved his head from the bottom to the top of
the dragon’s feet, trying to imitate a licking motion. Meanwhile he tried to scream out the word
lick, but the sound was muffled and distorted by his closed lips.

“LIIIIGH! LIIIGH!”

The dragon furrowed his brow for a few moments before letting out a wide, amused smile.

“Oh! You wanna lick my feet?”

The fox let out a loud groan of agreement, nodding his head so fast he became dizzy.

“Good thing I haven’t cleaned them in months. I keep a magical protective layer around them
whenever I shower. I think you should be familiar with that type of spell since you’re swimmer,
right?”
The fox closed his eyes and let out another whimper of agreement, as he continued to rub his
face all over the dragon’s feet. He was a foot slut. He was the biggest foot slut ever, and he
wanted to show it. He held nothing back. His stomach churned with glee as he felt the bonds
around his muzzle slowly dissipate. He let out a cry of triumph as he opened his mouth. His
tongue lolled out of his mouth, and he panted like a wild beast as he gazed at the filthy soles
needing to be cleaned right in front of him. He pressed his tongue against a yellow heel, leaving
a long moist trail in his wake as he slid it up the length of the dragon’s huge foot, collecting bits
of dirt and lint along the way. The dried up sweat covering the foot gave it a salty, bitter taste.
The smell was so strong now that Thomas swore he could almost taste the stench of those feet
on his tongue. He went back down to the heel for another lick, moving his entire body up with
his head, as he pressed his tongue against that sole as hard as he could. His lips and tongue
made wet, smacking noises against the skin of Thaz’s feet as he slobbered all over them. Thaz
watched in amusement as the fox panted and whimpered, slurping and sucking every inch of his
soles and toes like his life depended on it. Wherever he moved his feet the fox’s head would
follow closely, his tongue barely leaving the dragon’s feet. Thaz twisted his feet this way and
that, pressing his slimy toes into his slave’s face fur and shoving them in his mouth. Thomas
tried to keep up with the moving feet, licking whenever he felt his tongue touching foot flesh.
The smell never dissipated and the fennec was almost hyperventilating as he huffed away at the
awful stench of the dragon’s feet. Soon his soles were completely covered in saliva, but that
didn’t stop the fox from going back to a spot again and again to explore more with his tongue,
face, and nose. The whole time Thaz was throwing insults and more teases at his devoted
slave, only arousing the fox even more.

“This is where you belong slave! Under my soles!”

Each insult elicited a sluttly moan from the fox, whose face was still completely buried in dragon
foot. His back and neck hurt from all the bending and twisting he was doing, but he didn’t care.
His cock was throbbing almost painfully now, and he felt almost nauseous from all the pleasure
and excitement he felt, but he didn’t want to stop. He loved it too much. He just wanted more.

“Who's my foot slave?”

“I AM!”

The fox screamed, his lips still pressed against one the dragon’s smooth, supple feet. He didn’t
care if the people in the next room heard anymore, in fact he wanted them to know what he
was. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he started, and he didn’t care. All he wanted to
do was be at those perfect yellow soles, forever.

Thaz knew his slave had already been through two hours of constant foot worship, and showed
no signs of stopping. The dragon was impressed by his stamina, and wondered if a swimming
workout might help with football. He also wished he could have his feet pampered for longer, but
he had a test to study for. He smiled down at the glassy-eyed fox with his mouth open and
tongue out as the dragon rubbed his feet all over his eager face. He knew the fox would want
more of this. He imagined how badly he could make the fox beg and plead to worship his feet
next time, and let out a shiver of excitement. This was just the beginning.

The fennec looked up at his master, and for the first time noticed the dragon’s gargantuan bulge
in his shorts. He peeked between the dragon’s toes with interest as Thaz unzipped his shorts let
his massive, erect cock spring free. Thomas stopped worshipping his feet, and admired the
wide, meaty dragon rod, which was many times bigger than his own cock. Thaz waved a hand
to initiate another spell. In awe, the fox watched as a cock ring formed around the dragon’s shaft
and began to move up and down, masturbating him. The dragon let out a deep murr as he
placed his muscular arms behind his head, and looked down with a grin at the perplexed fox.

“I didn’t know that was poss-”

“Who told you to stop worshipping?”

Thomas gasped in shock as he felt something wet and smooth touch his ultra-sensitive cock.
He glanced down and saw his cock stuck between two orange-yellow toes that were slowly
stroking him. His whole body tensed up, and he struggled to hold back the orgasm that had
been building for hours. The toes moved faster and faster, and he started moaning even louder.

“Cum for me slave!”

He pressed his nose between two of the dragon’s toes, and took in a massive whiff. That was all
he needed. The dragon pressed the fox’s cock against his body, aiming it upwards, and
clenched his toes around the fox’s nose. Every muscle in the fennec’s body tightened as he felt
cum rush into his cock, and pleasure fill his body. He took deep greedy sniffs of wave after wave
of thick, milky cum shot from his quivering tip and up into the air. He closed his eyes and
enjoyed the moment of pure bliss, his back arching and toes curling as the mind-numbing
orgasm coursed through his body. Finally he felt the pleasure leave his body, and his convulsing
cock turn into a twitching mess. He felt something wet and sticky against his chin and face, and
realized that it was his own cum. He looked down and saw his seed all over his chest and
thighs, and now slowly dripping out from his cock onto the carpet below. His sense returned to
him, and he immediately felt embarrassment over what he had just did. Then he saw the
pleased smile on Thaz’s face, as he stood up from his throne.

“Well done.”

Without warning, Thaz stepped on the fennec’s face, covering his entire head with his wide sole.
Thomas was completely exhausted and sore all over, but happy to continue serving and played
along, sniffing the dragon’s foot again. Thaz smiled at the fox’s submissive behavior, and
crossed his arms. The cock ring picked up the pace, and Thaz felt himself on the verge of an
orgasm. He increased the pressure on the fennec’s face, squeezing the fox’s head into the
carpet under his toes, and let out a few grunts of pleasure. Long, heavy ropes of thick dragon
seed spewed out of his throbbing shaft, some of which Thomas could feel landing on his head.

The dragon was smirking and breathing heavily as he stepped away from the fennec. The fox
looked up, both of them utterly satisfied and completely relaxed.

“That was the sluttiest display of foot lust I’ve seen in a long time. Maybe you should drop out of
college and become a porn star.”

“Tempting.”

The dragon chuckled.

“Let’s clean this mess up.”

Thaz made the bonds around the fennec’s body disappear.

“I have a test tomorrow I need to study for, but… there’s still something you can do for me…”

***

Thomas let out a grunt as Thaz shifted his legs again, his hefty feet resting against the middle of
the fennec’s back. Overall his situation wasn’t too bad. It was a bit cramped under Thaz’s desk,
but the small fox had enough room to get into a comfortable position on his hands and knees.
He was glad the dragon had taken off the magical chains, else he would’ve been a lot more
uncomfortable. His back was sore from what must’ve been at least an hour of supporting the
weight of his heavy paws, but it wasn’t painful, and being the foot lover he was he enjoyed being
used as a footstool. Perhaps the best part about the deal was the giant shoe his head was
shoved in. When the dragon had pulled out his filthy red sneakers that he worked out in earlier
and told Thomas what he wanted to do with them, the fox’s face lit up with delight. The dragon
didn’t need any magic for this one. The dirty off-white laces of the sneaker were tied around the
fox’s neck, firmly sealing his head in the well-worn footwear. Now Thomas huffed away at the
musky shoe while the dragon above him studied diligently. Every now and then the fox couldn’t
help but let out a soft moan at the strong smell that wafted up into his nose, and each time he let
one out he heard Thaz chuckle. Eventually he felt the weight on his back come off, and he let
out a sigh of relief. Thaz rolled his chair back, and looked under the desk at the small, cramped
up fox with his shoe around head.

“You can come out now Thomas.”

The fox crawled out from under the desk, and sat back on his knees, his back cracking as he
stretched it out. The dragon reached over and untied his shoe, pulling it off of him. The fox
sighed as the room’s cool air brushed against his hot, sweaty muzzle. The dragon tossed his
shoe to side and held down a hand to the fox. Thomas grabbed it and felt himself being hauled
up to his feet. Thaz patted him on the back and pointed at the clock on his wall.

“It’s getting late. I think you might want to head out now.”

Thomas glanced over at the clock and nodded.

“Yeah I need to get back. I’ve got some studying to do too.”

“Maybe next time just bring your stuff so you can study here.”

The fox smiled.

“So I impressed you enough to get an invite back?”

“Mhm, you sure did Thomas. Our practices get done around the same time, so you can come
here with me right after. From now on your tongue is the only thing that’ll be cleaning my feet!”

Thomas imagined day after day of coming here and serving those smelly, yellow soles.

“Sounds like a plan to me!”

They chatted for a little bit longer as Thomas put his clothes back on. They talked about trivial
things, but of course Thaz had to mention what he would do the fox when he came back in the
future. Thomas was embarrassed to find that the tent in his jeans was already back, just from
what the dragon was telling him. He shook his head, and smiled before grabbing his stuff and
heading to the entrance.

“Alright, Thaz. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See ya then… ​Slave.”​

Thomas chuckled as he opened the door. He was about to head out when Thaz gave him one
last question.

“Hey, I know it’s a bit early, but I need a roommate next year. Would you be down?”

Thomas felt his chest flutter and smiled. They both already knew the answer.

“Definitely.”

Thaz smiled.
Then the fox gave the dragon an embarrassed smile back.

“Hey… I was wondering… Could you use that magic cock ring of yours on me some time?”

The dragon gave him a quick nod and a wink.

“See ya later Thomas.”

The fox closed the door behind him. As he walked back to his own dorm he took in a deep
breath of the cool, night air and smiled up at the stars, imagining about his future under Thaz’s
feet.