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The fennec fox. An animal whose small size and large ears made it a target in society to discrimination by its much bigger brothers of the same family. Yellow to white fur adorns their backs for the intense heated environment they adapted to with fur in between their paws for the melting sand they step in. Relatively low-maintenance animals with the ability to eat bugs, meat and plants, they were in a rare class of omnivore where they were still identified as a carnivore in society. Cherry had been aware of this fact for as long as she was alive.
The 25 year old fennec fox was often the butt of many jokes for other animals around, especially the foxes. Equals, friendly, small, tiny. Only some of the words she had heard many times with the big ears on both sides of her head. She wasn’t even that small! She was only 13 inches tall! Relatively average for a fennec fox!
The yellow fox lowered her ears in disappointment and went ahead to watch the outside world from her work station. Situated in midtown, it was often quite busy or quiet. It was the perfect mix of civilization without civilization. A brick building consisting of two levels and a downstairs door. The sign over Cherry’s head, glowing bright in the afternoon showers, had read ‘Animal Footcare’. Cherry was not another animal here. This was Cherry’s domain.
Bigger animals had a tendency to ruin their paws than smaller animals. This spa had been equipped with many different tools to deal with them. Lotions to soothe the skin of every animal kingdom, tools for dealing with abnormal claw growth, and small animals that could easily fit under paws to work with. No need for lifting a foot up high when some animals might be uncomfortable doing so.
They had gotten all kinds of animals by now. Bear paws were heavy, thick, and often put a large amount of pressure on the ground and made them prone to cracking the pads. Fox paws, small and fragile, felt like the leather of a cow but… More unique. Wolf paws, stuffed with a certain hardness, didn’t need as much work like a cat. Every species had unique paws with certain characteristics that could speak for years of a person and their well being. It was the spa’s job to treat the paw but not Cherry.
Cherry’s job was much more intimate than the nail technician who complained about trimming nails or the doctor who felt more inclined to leave the shop for better pay. There were two customers that came into this store. Those that needed a quick job or those who wanted the best of the best treatment. Cherry had often dealt with the second clientele very often. And very often, those clientele were very generous for the job Cherry had done. There was no other way to describe them than two words: Foot models.
Models who didn’t need to show off their entire body for money; The perfectionists whose ankle to toe claw had always been slim yet filling, abnormal yet common. It did not matter what species you were for the fashion industry was always exploring ways to abuse the blessed feet that walked in their products and dared grace their heels, boots, sneakers, office shoes and any other kind of foot product in existence. For them, normal treatment from the store was not enough for these gods of mortals. Models needed special treatment, and Cherry had been their answer.
Cherry’s daydream vanished with the ringing of her wrist watch. A new client was coming in. Cherry set down the water bottle that dwarfed her hand on the tiny plank of wood she named her desk. A pitiful sight that Cherry did not mind for her real office was in the hidden room towards the back of the store. Cherry pushed open the door and began to wash her hands in the tiny sink installed for her.
The outside world, so full of discrimination, could not reach Cherry in here for the natural order of the world was discriminated in here for the big. Cherry had been in control of where her clientele would sit at the operating table and laid back, almost trapped to let Cherry work her magic with their feet. They could not reach down to control Cherry nor attempt to. A fennec fox could control a cheetah, buck, wolf, dragon, anything in her mind’s eye. Cherry’s smile faded when seeing the door open. Green tights threatened to flood the floor with hints of blue cotton on top.
“Good afternoon.” Cherry greeted the Tibetan Sand fox. No response as usual. Cherry moved aside to the operating station for the fox, who briskly walked in a pair of leggings and heels. Cherry observed the swift motion of the heels to the bed, lifted into the air by this unique, intriguing big creature. Cherry went to the side of the bed with the heels and leggings, peering up at the face finally. Cherry did not see anything in it again. It was a blank canvas of white that could have held so many colors… Yet Cherry only saw white painted in white.
Cherry was the true predator of the room here. She could control anything in this room, the feet, the layout of the room, the emotions her clients had, her stature even! So why couldn’t this fox fall to her feet in fear? In love? In anything?! Was Cherry not enough for this fox? They were the same species! Cherry took a peek at that dull face with those dull yellow eyes once more. It was a clear sign of domination that threatened Cherry’s entire being; A hierarchy that left Cherry at the bottom of the pyramid.
Cherry grabbed the heel on the left foot, sliding her wrist upwards and swiftly out to allow the foot to breathe. The presence of the tights did make things more troublesome, not that Cherry minded. This was where Cherry would prove herself. The fennec fox grabbed the edge of the tight, sliding it down to reveal a juicy thin leg. An ankle shone in brilliance underneath followed by the rest of the foot. Cherry squatted down to see the rest from where she domained, under paw.
Delicate black pads no bigger than Cherry’s face lay there. They weren’t abused nor overused like many other animals around. There were no flakes of skin ready to break off and be replaced. It was perfect beyond perfection. Cherry wiggled her thumb onto the pad, rolling it around. It was the perfect amount of softness until you hit a point where you couldn’t put anymore pressure. Cherry pushed more until feeling something press back against her delicate fingers. A thumb was not enough to make a mark on the paw or damage it. Cherry didn’t want to damage it but didn’t want to spend too much time on a single pad yet.
Cherry moved her face up into the foot, her nose touching the foot up. She sniffed it in, feeling its tantalizing scent itch her nose. Cherry didn’t stop with one sniff. The fennec fox set her nose against a toe pad, rubbing her nose deeper in for a much deeper sniff. The black pad against her nose was perfect. Deep musk hid in the fur that itched Cherry’s addiction for more. Cherry nuzzled her face further into the paw, feeling the ones on top of the other flex onto her face and hold her against it even.
It wasn’t heavy like men nor fragrant like a perfume. It was a natural silky smell that smelt like her clientele. Cherry’s eyes rolled to the back of her head at another heavier sniff that overwhelmed her. That was the good stuff. Cherry moved her nose back when realizing that she spent a good chunk of time simply sniffing it up. That certainly was getting her senses heightened. Cherry grabbed both sides of the foot now, wiping her thumb over the pads and fur lightly. It wasn’t enough for a full cleaning but enough for any debris to get rubbed off.
Cherry took a peek up to see that the sand fox didn’t even change expressions?! She had done something so sacred to a piece of her body, something that could easily ruin her career but nothing! Cherry wanted a reaction. Raise of an eyebrow, a motion of disapproval, approval, any emotion, even a huff of air or change of breathing! Cherry tickled the foot with a warm breath of air. Fine. This next part always got everyone in a fit.
Cherry’s tongue escaped her mouth and stuck into the black pads. Warm and soft, Cherry dragged her tongue over every curve of the paw pad. The biggest one was the easiest, coating everything from the top to the sides. Cherry didn’t mind the taste of this godless god. The taste of the paw was next to nothing. Cherry’s mind blacked out licking up the paw, making sure to encoat the whole pad. Eventually, Cherry went to the next paw pad with her tongue, leaving long trails of saliva behind.
Every paw was slowly coated in Cherry’s saliva, every lick a reminder that she was currently in service to this predator. Cherry took a breather, her tongue black and dirty from the licking if she could see it. Cherry didn’t let her tongue take all the treasure. Cherry went back to the original massage with her thumbs. They both got to work rubbing in the saliva. Cherry swindled the status of this paw’s average manicure into levels beyond anyone else. Her worst, and best, client obviously was not phased by her using saliva as a lotion.
Cherry felt the soft pads slicken under her thumb pads, her fur helping to dry any remaining saliva that wasn’t poured into every crevice available. Cherry saw maybe a hint of expression when she felt the side of one of the toe pads. Cherry glanced up in disbelief to exactly a blank canvas once again. Maybe it was her imagination. Cherry went back to work with the rubbing now, each toe pad getting covered well enough. She even slickened up her thumbs twice to ensure they would be well covered.
Cherry settled back down with a simple towel to finish patting down the pads. That was the entire job already? A single paw? How pathetic of the fennec fox. Cherry had a new competition, a new competitor to please. Cherry set back down the towel. She instead switched it out for tights, rolling them up into a ball for the clientele. Cherry slid the tight-on until the faint shape of claws were pressed against the tight again. Cherry soon grabbed the heel, wiggling it onto the foot. “There we go. All set.” Cherry slid the full shoe on for Cinderella. The Tibetan sand fox rolled her foot around, cementing the heel back onto her foot.
Cherry walked the superior fox out of the door now, their complexion changing back to what it always was. A small little fox next to an emotionless fox. “Please come again soon.” Cherry ran ahead to the door to open the door for her now. Cherry didn’t show that same disdain anymore. This was no longer a battle for the two but a business call. Cherry watched how elegant the tibetan fox leaned down to grab the blue umbrella laden with rain drops. The fox made her way towards the exit to show her beautiful paws off to the fashion world. Show off Cherry’s beauty work to the world.
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The fennec fox. An animal whose small size and large ears made it a target in society to discrimination by its much bigger brothers of the same family. Yellow to white fur adorns their backs for the intense heated environment they adapted to with fur in between their paws for the melting sand they step in. Relatively low-maintenance animals with the ability to eat bugs, meat and plants, they were in a rare class of omnivore where they were still identified as a carnivore in society. Cherry had been aware of this fact for as long as she was alive.
The 25 year old fennec fox was often the butt of many jokes for other animals around, especially the foxes. Equals, friendly, small, tiny. Only some of the words she had heard many times with the big ears on both sides of her head. She wasn’t even that small! She was only 13 inches tall! Relatively average for a fennec fox!
The yellow fox lowered her ears in disappointment and went ahead to watch the outside world from her work station. Situated in midtown, it was often quite busy or quiet. It was the perfect mix of civilization without civilization. A brick building consisting of two levels and a downstairs door. The sign over Cherry’s head, glowing bright in the afternoon showers, had read ‘Animal Footcare’. Cherry was not another animal here. This was Cherry’s domain.
Bigger animals had a tendency to ruin their paws than smaller animals. This spa had been equipped with many different tools to deal with them. Lotions to soothe the skin of every animal kingdom, tools for dealing with abnormal claw growth, and small animals that could easily fit under paws to work with. No need for lifting a foot up high when some animals might be uncomfortable doing so.
They had gotten all kinds of animals by now. Bear paws were heavy, thick, and often put a large amount of pressure on the ground and made them prone to cracking the pads. Fox paws, small and fragile, felt like the leather of a cow but… More unique. Wolf paws, stuffed with a certain hardness, didn’t need as much work like a cat. Every species had unique paws with certain characteristics that could speak for years of a person and their well being. It was the spa’s job to treat the paw but not Cherry.
Cherry’s job was much more intimate than the nail technician who complained about trimming nails or the doctor who felt more inclined to leave the shop for better pay. There were two customers that came into this store. Those that needed a quick job or those who wanted the best of the best treatment. Cherry had often dealt with the second clientele very often. And very often, those clientele were very generous for the job Cherry had done. There was no other way to describe them than two words: Foot models.
Models who didn’t need to show off their entire body for money; The perfectionists whose ankle to toe claw had always been slim yet filling, abnormal yet common. It did not matter what species you were for the fashion industry was always exploring ways to abuse the blessed feet that walked in their products and dared grace their heels, boots, sneakers, office shoes and any other kind of foot product in existence. For them, normal treatment from the store was not enough for these gods of mortals. Models needed special treatment, and Cherry had been their answer.
Cherry’s daydream vanished with the ringing of her wrist watch. A new client was coming in. Cherry set down the water bottle that dwarfed her hand on the tiny plank of wood she named her desk. A pitiful sight that Cherry did not mind for her real office was in the hidden room towards the back of the store. Cherry pushed open the door and began to wash her hands in the tiny sink installed for her.
The outside world, so full of discrimination, could not reach Cherry in here for the natural order of the world was discriminated in here for the big. Cherry had been in control of where her clientele would sit at the operating table and laid back, almost trapped to let Cherry work her magic with their feet. They could not reach down to control Cherry nor attempt to. A fennec fox could control a cheetah, buck, wolf, dragon, anything in her mind’s eye. Cherry’s smile faded when seeing the door open. Green tights threatened to flood the floor with hints of blue cotton on top.
“Good afternoon.” Cherry greeted the Tibetan Sand fox. No response as usual. Cherry moved aside to the operating station for the fox, who briskly walked in a pair of leggings and heels. Cherry observed the swift motion of the heels to the bed, lifted into the air by this unique, intriguing big creature. Cherry went to the side of the bed with the heels and leggings, peering up at the face finally. Cherry did not see anything in it again. It was a blank canvas of white that could have held so many colors… Yet Cherry only saw white painted in white.
Cherry was the true predator of the room here. She could control anything in this room, the feet, the layout of the room, the emotions her clients had, her stature even! So why couldn’t this fox fall to her feet in fear? In love? In anything?! Was Cherry not enough for this fox? They were the same species! Cherry took a peek at that dull face with those dull yellow eyes once more. It was a clear sign of domination that threatened Cherry’s entire being; A hierarchy that left Cherry at the bottom of the pyramid.
Cherry grabbed the heel on the left foot, sliding her wrist upwards and swiftly out to allow the foot to breathe. The presence of the tights did make things more troublesome, not that Cherry minded. This was where Cherry would prove herself. The fennec fox grabbed the edge of the tight, sliding it down to reveal a juicy thin leg. An ankle shone in brilliance underneath followed by the rest of the foot. Cherry squatted down to see the rest from where she domained, under paw.
Delicate black pads no bigger than Cherry’s face lay there. They weren’t abused nor overused like many other animals around. There were no flakes of skin ready to break off and be replaced. It was perfect beyond perfection. Cherry wiggled her thumb onto the pad, rolling it around. It was the perfect amount of softness until you hit a point where you couldn’t put anymore pressure. Cherry pushed more until feeling something press back against her delicate fingers. A thumb was not enough to make a mark on the paw or damage it. Cherry didn’t want to damage it but didn’t want to spend too much time on a single pad yet.
Cherry moved her face up into the foot, her nose touching the foot up. She sniffed it in, feeling its tantalizing scent itch her nose. Cherry didn’t stop with one sniff. The fennec fox set her nose against a toe pad, rubbing her nose deeper in for a much deeper sniff. The black pad against her nose was perfect. Deep musk hid in the fur that itched Cherry’s addiction for more. Cherry nuzzled her face further into the paw, feeling the ones on top of the other flex onto her face and hold her against it even.
It wasn’t heavy like men nor fragrant like a perfume. It was a natural silky smell that smelt like her clientele. Cherry’s eyes rolled to the back of her head at another heavier sniff that overwhelmed her. That was the good stuff. Cherry moved her nose back when realizing that she spent a good chunk of time simply sniffing it up. That certainly was getting her senses heightened. Cherry grabbed both sides of the foot now, wiping her thumb over the pads and fur lightly. It wasn’t enough for a full cleaning but enough for any debris to get rubbed off.
Cherry took a peek up to see that the sand fox didn’t even change expressions?! She had done something so sacred to a piece of her body, something that could easily ruin her career but nothing! Cherry wanted a reaction. Raise of an eyebrow, a motion of disapproval, approval, any emotion, even a huff of air or change of breathing! Cherry tickled the foot with a warm breath of air. Fine. This next part always got everyone in a fit.
Cherry’s tongue escaped her mouth and stuck into the black pads. Warm and soft, Cherry dragged her tongue over every curve of the paw pad. The biggest one was the easiest, coating everything from the top to the sides. Cherry didn’t mind the taste of this godless god. The taste of the paw was next to nothing. Cherry’s mind blacked out licking up the paw, making sure to encoat the whole pad. Eventually, Cherry went to the next paw pad with her tongue, leaving long trails of saliva behind.
Every paw was slowly coated in Cherry’s saliva, every lick a reminder that she was currently in service to this predator. Cherry took a breather, her tongue black and dirty from the licking if she could see it. Cherry didn’t let her tongue take all the treasure. Cherry went back to the original massage with her thumbs. They both got to work rubbing in the saliva. Cherry swindled the status of this paw’s average manicure into levels beyond anyone else. Her worst, and best, client obviously was not phased by her using saliva as a lotion.
Cherry felt the soft pads slicken under her thumb pads, her fur helping to dry any remaining saliva that wasn’t poured into every crevice available. Cherry saw maybe a hint of expression when she felt the side of one of the toe pads. Cherry glanced up in disbelief to exactly a blank canvas once again. Maybe it was her imagination. Cherry went back to work with the rubbing now, each toe pad getting covered well enough. She even slickened up her thumbs twice to ensure they would be well covered.
Cherry settled back down with a simple towel to finish patting down the pads. That was the entire job already? A single paw? How pathetic of the fennec fox. Cherry had a new competition, a new competitor to please. Cherry set back down the towel. She instead switched it out for tights, rolling them up into a ball for the clientele. Cherry slid the tight-on until the faint shape of claws were pressed against the tight again. Cherry soon grabbed the heel, wiggling it onto the foot. “There we go. All set.” Cherry slid the full shoe on for Cinderella. The Tibetan sand fox rolled her foot around, cementing the heel back onto her foot.
Cherry walked the superior fox out of the door now, their complexion changing back to what it always was. A small little fox next to an emotionless fox. “Please come again soon.” Cherry ran ahead to the door to open the door for her now. Cherry didn’t show that same disdain anymore. This was no longer a battle for the two but a business call. Cherry watched how elegant the tibetan fox leaned down to grab the blue umbrella laden with rain drops. The fox made her way towards the exit to show her beautiful paws off to the fashion world. Show off Cherry’s beauty work to the world.
Warning: Paw content ahead. First story on FA! I'll get better at using this system in the future I hope!
Category Story / All
Species Fox (Other)
Gender Female
Size 50 x 50px
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