This choice: "Can you take your socks off?" • Go Back...Chapter #5"Can you take your socks off?" by: Unknown "Well, is it possible for you to take your socks off ?" You ask with a sudden blush. Surprised with your immediate response, Tails gives off a queer look before tearing away his socks, letting his boyish odor echo through the entire living room. Amidst the overpowering stench of sweat is a hint of mechanical oil, which does take you out of your euphoric state for a brief moment, but you soon get used to and accept as being a key component of Tails' character, giving you a deeper sense of excitement. Without wasting a moments notice, you grab hold of the fox's small, left foot and dig your nose deep into his sole, taking in large whiffs of his youthful foot smell. The fox's toes then begin to wiggle intensely, silently inviting you to show them some love, to which you fully accept.
Minutes turn to hours as you sniff away at Tails' bare feet to your heart's absolute contempt. As time continues to fly by, you soon get tired of just smelling, and thus begin to give out slight licks to the fox's orange walls of flesh. Your tongue maneuvers the full length of Tails' feet in a rhythmic fashion, from top to bottom, toes to heels, again and again, constantly tasting the lad's sweaty, salty flavor of sorts. After what could've been a possibly indefinite amount of time sampling Tails' aphrodisiacs of feet, the tension inside your pants grows to an almost unbearable length, ultimately making you unleash your stiffened member right in front of the young fox. Shocked, Tails' nearly tips his stool over whilst letting out a sudden gasp.
"S-sorry !" he stammers out "I...I'm just a little anxious at what I presume your going to do next.". He shivers as he places his stool back up and places his feet in your lap once again. "Oh man, this is getting too weird now. But...I did ask what you wanted to do next. I shoulda predicted this woulda happened eventually.". You gently smile before bringing his feet on to your hard cock, steadily stroking them up and down your shaft. Despite his squeals of childish disgust, you continue to rub one out while enclosed in your bubble of pure euphoria.
The tension builds and builds until you've reached your climax. You rapidly, and rather violently, jerk Tails' feet up and down, up and down, up and down in a fierce manner. It keeps on building until it grows too much and you let out a large, piping hot stream of cum on the fox's feet. Silence falls upon the room after your intense orgasm, lifting an air of awkwardness which is further permeated by a deep stare the two of you exchange. "I...I'm sorry Tails." you mutter out with a nervous tone "I-I just got so caught up in it all, and...".
Before you can let our another word, a disturbed glance emits from the fox's crystal eyes before a subtle whisper of "it's...it's fine." graces your ears. Feeling slightly ashamed of yourself, you decide to walk out the door and spend the night looking around Knothole. Who knows if he'll ever truly forgive you, seeing as the following day happened to be your last on mobius. You lead back into the real world, giving nothing more than a silent goodbye.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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