This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Oriel hid in her room for the following days, the bed still unoccupied, unable to escape the reek of feet and sweaty boots, sometimes a hint of leather or even more stringent scents, like vinegar, clawing at her nostrils. She thought that they had to be feeding them into her room through a vent or something, though no amount of exploring her room illuminated any such vent. It figured, for anything like that could have been used for her to make good her escape, something that she had not yet forgotten about.
She was permitted into the brothel slave quarters and could go up to the main floor of the brothel, if she wanted to show her worth, though Oriel had already resolved not to do a damn thing that they wanted her to unless she was dragged there, no. She would not be willing and she would find a way out...eventually.
"Slave!"
Oriel jumped and drew her legs up onto her bed, kept bare, but still trying to protect her modesty as one of the staff members put her head around the door, frowning. The purple feline's tail waved in light annoyance, though Oriel was not enough of a bother to her to worry her mind all that much, not after she had delivered her message.
"You have a client," she said coolly. "See to it that she is pleased."
Oriel opened her mouth to say that she would do no such thing -- it was not as if she was not tied down that time -- but the cat was gone before she could. Heart hammering, she scooted back into the corner of her room, eyeing up the bare floorboards, the simple bed, wondering if she was to be taken by force again. Without any window, she could go for the door, but that would only put her into the slave quarters and foot service quarters anyway...
She heard the anthro coming down the hallway, sized for them, before she saw her, the huge, lumbering, forceful gait of the Tyrannosaurus Rex anthro, Ruby towered, barely fitting through the door, her huge, blocky head somehow still managing to look feminine, though perhaps that was because she didn't have to fit any human standards of femininity, no, not at all. Wearing her usual armour and carrying her battle axe, she treated the day as if it was all perfectly normal to her, scratching her side as she smirked down at the cowering human. Oriel shivered from her red and orange scales, the powerful, bulky appearance of her, how tall she was, muscle lying heavily over her form.
"Ah, so you're the new foot slave they've got in?" She growled, drawing herself up to her full height, her thick tail swinging behind. "I do so love fresh meat... So much so that I couldn't wait for you to find your place and scurry along up to the bedrooms of your own will, nah. It's so much more fun to help break in the newest foot slaves here! I'm Ruby, but I'm sure you'll remember me for other things, slave."
Oriel squeaked as the T-rex grabbed at her, yanking her arms dispassionately away from her body, inspecting her, even tossing her on her back and poking at her pussy.
"Get... Get off me!"
Oriel wasn't fooling anyone with such a plea, shaking all over, breath rasping in her throat as if any words that she would have wanted to say had been stolen from her.
"I'm going to make your smell the reek of my feet," Ruby told her with a grin, taking off her armour, piece by piece, the kilt rustling down, along with the woollen undershirt and leather jerkin. "Lick me, suck me, please me... You're not going to know anything else but the stench of my feet by the time I'm done with you, and how it feels to worship them, sucking on them, pleasing the toes, the soles, the balls, the arches... No part of my feet will be untouched."
As she got down to her boots and slid them off, revealing the six toes in total, tipped with white claws that were thicker at the base than the tip, Oriel grunted and gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth and nose. They were horrifying enough to look at, the pads meaty and weighty and dull with a hint of cloying, clinging sweat, but it was the smell that made her heave.
Oh, it was rank! The cheddar-like reek could only have been coming from the giant lizard's feet, the three toes on each clenching and curling as if to taunt her, but the sweat of the leather boots too clung to the air, winding through the stench in an even more horrendous fashion. As Oriel shook and quailed, eyes darting to the closed door behind Ruby, the Tyrannosaurus Rex merely slipped on her preferred outfit for domination, which was merely a latex top that covered the tops of her arms and shoulders, cutting across her midriff and leaving her breasts, of course, exposed. If Oriel had not been so horrified, she would have been impressed that they were able to afford quality, shiny leather like that: the leather that she was used to was more functional than anything else.
"Now... If you're going to be a good girl," Ruby said, wriggling her toes as Oriel's eyes dropped to her feet again. "You're going to have to please every inch of my feet. What does that mean? Whatever the hell I tell you to do."
Oriel opened her mouth but could not say anything, eyes watering faintly, though she didn't know how much of that was merely her body over reacting. What did she mean? She didn't want to do it, none of it. Could she be so unpleasing that the T-Rex got bored of her? Yet she couldn't get her eyes away from those huge feet, much bigger than the feet of the shark who had dominated her before, shivering and quailing before the might of someone so much more powerful than her.
Ruby snapped her fingers -- and the room suddenly bustled with activity. Oriel gasped, but there were too many hands on her, all at once, as the brothel ladies came for her, grabbing her and binding her. She tried to shout, to find any words to get them away, but they yanked her down onto the bed, tugging the frame out away from the wall a little more so that Ruby had room to work.
"There'll be more space for you, Ruby, when we can train her for one of your regular rooms," one of the staff members said, shoving Oriel's face down and binding her arms behind her back. "But you did request this, a more authentic breaking of a foot slave, this time."
"Of course," Ruby said smoothly, wriggling her toes as the cheesy reek of her feet intensified, flooding the room, though no one other than Oriel seemed to be bothered by it. "She'll be just fine, once I've had my fill of her."
Oriel whimpered, her ankles lashed together, so that she was bent over and forced to kneel, though her chest and face were shoved into the bed, as if she was bent over on her knees in some sort of weird stretching position. She tried to squirm, but there was nowhere for her arms to move from where they were pressed against one another, forearm to forearm, in a leather sleeve. She could not see what more encased her, from where she was, though she couldn't unfold her legs or move her arms out from her sides at all, feet lashed off to the posts at the bottom of the bed to ensure her inability to escape was firm. Bondage closed in on her, panic fluttering in her chest, facing the foot of the bed as the staff members stepped back, awaiting further instructions.
They had a choice, however, not like Oriel. Oriel grunted, her face shoved down, barely able to breathe, though she couldn't lift her head from the bed either, sheets rumpled and creased uncomfortably under her body. She was exposed, all while one of the workers inserted a vibrating crystal -- something that she did know about, something used as a sex toy -- into her pussy.
"Mmph!"
