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[Story] Into the Feet-verse

The following story includes sexual content and elements of foot fetish. All characters depicted in this work are adults.

Note: The content of this story is purely fictional.

There I am, minding my own business. I walk through the school and its corridors packed with boys and girls of my age; in the case of the former, they wear deep blue blazers with ties and gray pants, while the latter uses a similar attire, except for the plaid skirts and high socks. "This place needs some color." I think to myself as I walk away.

That is the last observation I can make before my schedule takes me from one classroom to another. From math class to Spanish class. From philosophy to P. E. It's my first day, but both the demanding teachers, as well as the tons of homework they give, make me feel like I've already studied for a whole semester. Luckily, lunchtime arrives. I'm not even hungry. I only need some peace.

I find a table, away from everyone, where I can make some sketches with no prying eyes around me. From my backpack, I take out my colorful, mosaic-adorned notebook. Page after page, I find drawings of barefoot girls that put a smile on my face. None of them are real people, but fictional characters from the series and movies I watch on T.V.

I take out my pencil case. I'm about to open it, but it's stuck. I pull hard on it, even using my teeth. All my attempts are futile. As a last resort, I bang the box against the table. It works, but my pencils go flying in all directions. I stand there aimlessly, doing nothing but blink like a fool. At least my misfortune is some entertainment for others.

At the table in front, a petite girl with short blonde hair giggles at my clumsiness. After that incident, her blue eyes meet mine. I smile, and she reciprocates. Shortly after, we each direct our attention back to our respective businesses. She continues to enjoy her lunch, and I pick up my stuff from the floor.

With all my pencils in place, I grab one of them, looking back at that same young woman from the beginning. Discreetly, I stare at her for a few moments. The strands of hair falling gracefully onto her face not only charms me, allowing me to appreciate the girl's natural beauty, but also motivates me to do something I wouldn't dare to do before.

I'm a little hesitant at first, but the graphite tip goes over the surface of the blank sheet anyway. I start drawing that short blonde hair. Then, a pair of eyebrows, one of them pierced. I continue with two big, expressive eyes, followed by a snub nose. Not to mention those soft-looking lips that laughed at me a few moments ago.

I keep going for a while. Until the bell rings, telling me it's time for the next class. I pick up my belongings and stand up, exchanging glances with the one who was my inadvertent model. Once again, she smiles at me. So I start to head over to her table, to take the chance and get to know her better.

"Hi, I'm Gwen."

She introduces herself.

"My name is Anon."

I reply, walking towards her.

She opens her mouth as if she's going to tell me something else, but her expression changes before any words come out.

" What the heck? Did you-"

Gwen arches an eyebrow as she scans me from head to toe.

"Sorry, I can't stay to chat. I'm late."

I cut her off, resuming my walk as I noticed her changing mood.

"Did she find out what I was doing? How? Ugh. It doesn't matter. She must be thinking I'm a creep for drawing her!" 

I scold myself, loosening the knot of my tie.

After such an awkward situation, I arrive at the corresponding classroom. Just like in the cafeteria, I choose a spot away from the attention of others. This time, the desk in the corner is perfect for me. Moments later, the same blonde girl I was briefly talking to walks in, taking a seat a couple of rows in front of me.

She turns her head, glancing at me over her shoulder. Once again, she arches that inquisitive eyebrow of hers. 

"Is this gal making sure she doesn't lose sight of me or something?" 

I bury my nose between my book's pages.

I never thought I'd say this, but I thank heaven when the teacher walks in to start classes. The lights go out. A projection illuminates the blackboard. For a moment, I can take a deep breath and focus on the video of Olivia Octavius, who explains the details of her multiverse theory.

However, it seems the only object of study that Gwen is interested in is me.

There she is, still staring at me through the corner of her eye. After she is sure we are making eye contact, she looks down at the floor and unlaces one of her aquamarine ballet shoes. She takes it off, revealing a long, slender-shaped foot, the surface of which shines due to the black stockings the schoolgirl is wearing.

"I wish she was barefoot..."

I surprise myself with how my libido betrays me, even under these circumstances.

I haven't even finished putting my thoughts in order when she gives her next step. Using one finger, she rips open the dark fabric to make sure everything below her right ankle is exposed.

After that, the girl returns her attention to the front. I thought that was it, but I was wrong. Gwen flexes her leg, pointing and arching her foot towards the ground. As she pushes down the tops of her toes, scrunching them, she reveals the countless wrinkles on her sole.

“How can she think of doing something like this in the middle of class? I know the lights are out, but someone might see her."

I put a hand to my forehead. But also, the other one to my crotch to cover a just woken-up erection.

Following the previous show, she lifts her leg slightly, suspending her bare foot a few inches off the floor, just to put her flat back on. Dangling from the tips of her toes, the shoe swings, back and forth, slapping the thin girl's heel. Such a tease only makes my boner start to hurt.

As soon as the class ends, I get up from my desk with the intention to confront Gwen about her behavior. It would have been impossible for me to catch her anyways. The teacher intercepts me. "I noticed how distracted you were during the entire class." He starts to lecture me about it and I can't do anything but see how she rushes away with the other students. As the room begins to empty, I see her smirking at me from afar.

The rest of the day continues without any other incident. Ready to retire to my dormitory, I head to my locker… That's when my heart and penis nearly jump out of my chest and pants, respectively. In front of me lay a pair of aquamarine flats with long laces, lying all over my stuff.

I look furtively at my surroundings. And since I am alone, I surrender without fear to my instincts. I take a flat and bring it to my nose, digging it into the insole, right where the balls of the feet rest. Just a quick whiff to make sure no one catches me. A soft mixture of sweat and used leather intoxicates my senses.

I put both treasures in my backpack and turn around to go for some privacy.

"Hey, Anon! If you want to get rid of that cheesy smell later, you better use an air freshener in your locker or something."

Gwen jokes, arms folded while she leans against the wall.

"Those pine-shaped ones? Yeah, I love your odor, but people may find it weird that my books stink so bad."

I agree with her, calmly walking away.

Seconds later, my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as I realize what is happening.

"Wait a moment! Y-You?!"

I point at her.

"Don't worry. You can keep them. I have an extra pair."

The blonde grins, showing off a slight gap tooth.

"Why are you doing this? I mean. Don't get me wrong! I'm not mad for being teased by a girl like you, but we just met today and- Wait, we don't even know each other. How do you know I like feet?"

"It's not hard to tell when you're walking around with that tent in your pants."

She points down my crotch, keeping that calm tone.

"Fine. If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to. But I'll keep your shoes, because getting rid of a gift is rude."

"I see. You are a pervert, no matter which version of the multiverse you are."

She laughs.

That answer forces me to stop and wonder if I'm dealing with a prankster, or a dangerous, crazy woman.

"All right! I don't want to scare you, but this is getting boring." 

The girl says in a more serious tone, as she starts to walk on the wall, stepping firmly and standing tall. 

" We need to talk, Anon." 

She says, positioned on the ceiling, upside down.

She is not like the other girls. Like no one else I have met before. So, I decided to listen to her. Due to administrative reasons, I do not have a roommate. Since girls aren't allowed in boys' dorms, Gwen uses her strange powers to sneak through the window, in order to not be seen by the security guards. Now having a place to talk without being disturbed; we speak for hours.

"One day, this weird thing happened. And I mean, like, really weird. I was blown into last week. Literally. I landed in New York, but not my New York. My spider-sense told me to head to Visions Academy. I wasn't sure why until I met you... Where I come from, I couldn't save my best friend, Anon. I couldn't save you."

The girl explains.

Still not assimilating all the implications behind the existence of other dimensions, and the fact that I have died in one of them, I plop on the bed. The only thing that returns me to the familiar, is the vision of the footwear that Gwen had given me. Currently lying beside her. Which then brought me to my next question.

"And was indulging my foot fetish the best way to approach me?"

"The first time I saw you in the cafeteria, you reminded me of him. But I never thought you were him. I mean, you. I mean- You know what I mean! You are different from your version of my New York. Your hairstyle is different, your way of speaking. And man, have you been skipping your gym sessions?"

She makes fun of me.

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Pffft… Okaaay! Maybe I took the role too seriously. But you must understand that your other you and I used to be close. Like, very close. And let's say this was common among us. That is why I thought teasing you was the best way to make sure that you were you. And what a surprise! I was right! Buuut, maybe I should have just taken a look at this."

She confesses, whipping through my colorful, mosaic-adorned sketchbook and rubbing my thigh with the tips of her toes.

"All drawings of barefoot girls and- Oh! Is this me? Well, it's not perfect. But I think I look good. I'm surprised you only drew me with my shoes on."

She points at the sketch of her I did hours ago.

"Ripping one of your stockings was a bit extreme, tho. Don't you think?"

I reply, as I accept her advances and start to unzip my pants. All the while paying attention to her reaction. Just to make sure I don't go further than I should.

"What a pig you are, Anon. You didn't even wait for my answer and you're prepared to pull your dick out already."

"I'm sorry, but I've been holding back all day because of you. I think this is more than fair."

"I'm not so sure about this anymore. It is kind of sick if you think about it, man. I'm about to jerk off my dead best friend with my feet."

Gwen argues, drawing her foot back.

But my penis is already out, firm as a mast and twitching almost as fast as my heart is pounding.

"All right, never mind. Let's end this thing. These bad boys have been soaking all day, but I know you wouldn't get mad because they reek."

She agrees at the end, smiling from ear to ear as she scrunches her toes, cracking them, more than ready to stomp my face.

The first thing the schoolgirl does is rub one foot of hers against the other. One is still covered by the black stocking fabric, while the other is nude. She places both soles against my face, which are somewhat rough. Except for those meaty and smooth pads of skin that she has as balls of her feet.

Happy to finally let her bad boys breathe, Gwen stretches and wiggles her toes, tapping my forehead and squeezing my nose between her pronounced arches. Taking advantage of that, I take a deep whiff. A musky smell hits my senses. My body shakes, making it impossible for my member to contain itself.

"Are you okay, Anon? I barely touched you, and you're losing yourself."

She bumps my cheek with her well-shaped heel, pointing at the pre cum oozing out of the tip of my penis.

I moan without uttering a word. The blonde shrugs, wrapping both soles around my manhood in response. They are so sweaty that there is no need to use lube, which is something that enhances the experience for me, but also might cause unexpected results.

As soon as the girl tries to pinch the tip of my penis between her big toe and her second toe, it slips away. A second attempt goes no better, even if she tries to hold on tighter. Such a squeeze gives me more pleasure, causing her to soil her bare toenails with more goo.

In the end, Gwen opts for a more comfortable position. Using the top of her left foot, covered with black stocking cloth, to hold my shaft, she rubs the ball of her nude right foot against my glans from side to side with a relaxed pace, allowing me to feel each detail, imperfection, and wrinkle of her warm sole.

I help a little, moving my hips back and forth. I'm not only amplifying my pleasure, but also allowing me to fuck her feet as I thrust my rock-hard boner in between them. My entire body shudders from a sensation that pumps from the base of my penis to its tip. I tense up, bursting all over Gwen's feet.

However, she does not stop there as she continues to jerk me off. Her feet keep rubbing my pole, giving it an occasional buck from one of them to make it twitch. This girl knows I like it rough, so she does that with a teaser smirk on her face, milking me dry since I shot a big one for the second time.

My flaccid penis twitches a few more times and she makes sure to catch every last drop of my semen, scooping it up with the tip of one of her big toes.

Globs of white cum drip over the tops of Gwen's feet. She cracks her toes after a job well done, spreading them only to stare in surprise at the sticky strands between them.

"Why are you so sweaty? Don't tell me you're already tired, Anon. Cus the mess you made on my feet is just the beginning."

She says, ditching her soggy black stockings and using them to take the gooey stuff off her.

Squeezing the same black stockings in her hands until they are a ball, she then throws them at my face to mess with me, before we both notice the sound of someone tapping on the window...

[Commission] Katara

*All characters in this drawing are depicted as adults.

*The person who commissioned this requested me to use a reference.

[Commission] Original character

*All characters in this drawing are depicted as adults.

[Commission] Hanabi Ichijo & Yuito sumeragi (Part 2)

*All characters in this drawing are depicted as adults.

*The person who commissioned this requested me to use a reference.

More content is coming

I'm currently working on, or finishing, some promised images and stories as Patreon poll drawings. Those works will be published as soon as I finish them.

The Ms. Fortune story I uploaded moments ago was an old one never posted before. 

I hope you like it and that it has made waiting for future projects more pleasant. :)

Thanks for everything.

Don Virus.

[Story] Can I have a cheeseburger?

The following story includes sexual content and elements of foot fetish. All characters depicted in this work are adults.

Note: The content of this story is purely fictional.

There I was, minding my own business. Finally, I managed to defeat Rugal Bernstein. I couldn't contain my excitement. I screamed so loud that I woke up my co-tenant, who was sleeping in the next room.

"MEEEOOOWWWWWW!" A cry resounded throughout the house.

Minutes later, a sleepy Ms. Fortune, severed head in hand, joined me on the couch.

"Nyaaahhh~" She yawned without paying attention to me.

"Still using the same clothes you were wearing yesterday, huh?" I asked her, tapping the buttons of my controller like a mad lad.

"It was a rough night. Those damned Medici did their thing again." The white-haired girl babbled with her eyes closed, messing with the cat bell that hung from her thick, black collar.

"I'm sorry to hear that!" I answered, not looking away from the television screen. "I'm also sorry for waking you up, Nadia."

She didn't seem to understand the reason behind all the fuss. So I explained to her that, after weeks of practice, sweat and blood, I managed to defeat the final boss of KOF '94. For which I was not only happy, but proud. And that even though it was just a video game, that achievement made me feel invincible.

"You're delightfully paw-thetic, Anon!" The feline made fun of me as she sharpened her claws. "I could take down Rugal with one hand tied behind my back."

"I wish you could pay the rent on time with one hand tied behind your back too..." I mumbled angrily.

It was inappropriate for me to comment on that. I tried to apologize, but it was too late. Ms. Fortune wouldn't forgive me for this. Instead, she challenged me.

"Oh! Meow, it's purr-sonal!" She said. "You feel SO confident in your gamer skills, don't you? Then, let's bet! You and me, boy! Face to face. If I win, you'll have to pay this month's rent"

"Face to face, you say?" I looked at her severed head, still resting next to her body. "Wait a minute... Wouldn't you rather have a cheeseburger?" I smiled awkwardly.

"That's racist!" She snapped indignantly. "You'll have to pay for two months, then!"

"B-But that's a lot of money, Nadia! Be reasonable!"

"¡Three months!"

"NADIA."

"Paw-don me? I thought you felt invincible. Go ahead! I'm so sure I can beat you with my eyes closed, that I'll let you ask me whatever you want." Then, she stopped, glanced at me, and giggled. All of this as she lifted one of her bare soles up to my nose, wiggling her toes, and showing off incredible flexibility. "I know! What if I let you give me a foot massage?"

At that moment, I froze at my spot. What does that mean? Does she know about my foot fetish? But how?

"Don't lose your head over this, Anon." The cat girl meowed. "I'm not dumb. I have noticed your lustful look when you stare at my bare feet. It's painfully obvious you don't let me stay here because of my great purr-sonality but because you love to see a tan-skinned, lithe young woman like me, fooling around, you paw-vert."

I accepted without question. At least at the beginning. Since, after thinking about it a bit, I realized the possibilities that this situation opened up. So I made a risky proposal.

"Six months." I declared. "If you win, I'll pay the rent for six months. But if you lose, I want more than just a foot massage. I want you to give me a footjob."

"Whooooaaaaaaahhh...! Are you kittin' me?!" The feline hissed at me. "However, I must admit it's a tempting deal." She changed her mind almost immediately, taking one of the console controllers. "Okay! Let's do it your way, meow-ron. I'll even give you a chance. I'll play with my eyes closed, as I mentioned before."

After saying that, Ms. Fortune used her long, dark cat ears to cover her light blue eyes. She then reached for her severed head, preparing to place it back on the stump of her neck.

"Hold on!" I stopped her before she put herself together again. "There's a lot at stake… And trust me, I really know you're not dumb. Leave your head in the other room, I must be sure that you will not cheat. And remember, you are the one who established the conditions of this bet, not me." I smirked.

"F-Fine... But turn the volume up on the TV to the max so I can hear what's going on." She requested, sounding less confident. "Oh... And, in the unlikely event that you were victorious, could you cum into a handkerchief or something? I hate how sticky that stuff is." She added, carrying her own head out of the living room.

The showdown began shortly after only her body came back. Buttons wore out quickly, and joysticks spun like crazy. A bead of sweat slid down my forehead. Fortune's dexterity with fighting games was impressive. I know. Who could have guessed it?

Even without the screen in sight, both her hearing and muscle memory were enough to kick anyone's ass. I couldn't understand how that was possible. There must be a supernatural explanation beyond the mysterious Life Gem. Whatever the reason was, I couldn't let myself lose… Not now!

I stopped paying attention to my opponent's skills and focused on what was important. Character after character, they fell one by one. Until only one remained on each side of the screen. Joe Higashi was on mine. Kyo Kusanagi on hers. In the end, and unexpectedly, it was a kick combo that allowed me to savor the taste of victory.

I raised my arms in the air and waved them enthusiastically. "I won! I won! I won!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, while knowing that the cat girl couldn't see me at the moment, I performed a victory dance, which I would have been very embarrassed to do in front of someone else under normal circumstances.

Ms. Fortune's headless body shrugged, knowing the result of our match. I saw her chest deflate, as if she sighed in disappointment. It slipped off the couch, wandering around the living room, on its way back to reattach its currently missing head.

"Nope." I stopped it, speaking loudly, to make sure the head in the other room could hear me. "Your hands were very skillful with the joystick, even lacking eyes. I want to know if you can do the same with your feet."

The body crossed its arms. Its neck rolled, seemingly annoyed, but gave me a weary thumb up. The same hand pointed to the ground, signaling me to lie down. I did it like that. The body sat between my legs, making sure its feet, only its feet and nothing else, were in my lap.

I helped a bit, pulling my pants down, but just enough so I could get my penis out of my underwear. I took both tanned beauties and placed them around my shaft. The dry touch of the reddish, meaty soles made my dick twitch instantly, which was not to the catgirl's liking. The body flinched and kicked my crotch.

There was no damage. So, I sandwiched my meat between both feet again. This time, I tried not to be too enthusiastic, which was appreciated by Nadia since she began to move her legs on her own. The rhythm was slow, but the pressure she exerted with her arches increased the pleasure I was feeling. Not only squeezing my manhood between them, but also letting me feel each one of the deep wrinkles the soles could offer me.

The bottoms of her feet were rubbing against my member, making fairly noticeable sounds. It pushed me over the edge. I started blowing pre-cum. My partner noticed it and stopped for a second. The foot that received this surprise scrunched, and spread its toes, showing some discomfort. However, the footjob continued.

I was trying not to twitch and not explode right there. But then, the toes started to do their own thing. Those rounded, clawed toes were massaging my shaft, making movements like they were tapping impatiently, waiting for me to do my stuff and finish.

Ms. Fortune was clear on the matter. She didn't desire to touch my semen. I wanted to respect her wishes, I swear. But then all the weight of her right heel landed on my cock, pressing it against my abdomen. While the left big toe thrust my glans, just below the head to keep my dick down and under the first foot. She was holding my member so tightly I couldn't hold back anymore.

I shot all my load; the first one was an aimless shot, but the following bursts landed on the tops and toes of Nadia's tanned feet. White globs dripped down her ankles, causing an unpleasant sensation to run down her spine and made her entire body tremble. I could see the tail begin to angrily sway from side to side. The body crossed its arms, as I then felt the weight of both feet this time, attempting to crush my penis under them. I tried to run away, but I wasn't fast enough.

I was locked in a mortal trap now. This girl grabbed my member between her toes, using her sharp claws to scratch the surface of my shaft. She was being gentle though. Maybe she's just trying to mess with me a little, I thought. But my hopes of getting out of this vanished when the detached cat's head appeared behind me. I couldn't see it, but I knew she was there when I heard her say something that made my blood run cold: "Looks like I found a new scratching post!"

Pray for me.

[Commission] Elsa

*All characters in this drawing are depicted as adults.

[Commission] Katara

*All characters in this drawing are depicted as adults.

[Commission] Hanabi Ichijo & Yuito sumeragi

*All characters in this drawing are depicted as adults.

*The person who commissioned this requested me to use a reference.

Hello!

I want to say thank you for your patience. I appreciate you waiting for me to bring new content.

From now on, I'll post new content each week, starting today. 

I'm also aware some of you have commissioned me pictures and haven't received an update yet. I've been working, so I'll be sending (and answering) messages to you people before the weekend ends.

Thank you very much. 

DonVirus.

Short stories time

Since I'm currently working on some stuff, let's do some short stories in the meantime!

The first, second, and third places will be chosen to be drawn and write a story about them.~

[Commission] Ochako Uraraka's feet

*All characters in this drawing are depicted as adults.

Thanks to a magical portal, you can get Ochako's feet and some souvenirs.

[Commission] Waveracer D.Va

*All characters in this drawing are depicted as adults.

*The person who commissioned this requested me to use a reference.

[Short story] A story about Mom (Alola) - Sexting

The following story includes sexual content and elements of foot fetish. All characters depicted in this work are adults.

Note: The content of this story is purely fictional.

And there I was, minding my own business on a Monday night. I was tossing and turning in bed in a futile attempt to fall asleep. I better decided to get up and do something about it.

Since a glass of warm milk is not my style. I locked myself in the bathroom, cell phone in hand, looking for videos to kill some time. However, I found nothing to please me. Defeated, I checked my contact list in hopes of finding someone interesting to chat with.

To my surprise, the only person online was my stepmother. I didn't expect to find her awake in the middle of the night. "I guess it must be one of those hot nights in Alola…" I thought out loud.

Since my mother tends to worry too much about little things, I hesitated to talk to her. But after thinking about it for a bit, I decided to do it. After all, I was sure that she could help me with my insomnia problem...

And then, the conversation went this way:

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Hi, mom!

Sweetie! 🥰🥰🥰

Why aren't you asleep?

I can't sleep.

OH MY ARCEUS!!! Is everything okay?

Sweetie...? 😨😨😨

Don't worry! I'm just looking to get rid of... You know! Some excessive energy.

If you know what I mean. 😉

Awww! Are you asking for mommy's help? 😍

Ummm. Are you? I'm not sure I understand.

❌ You deleted this message.

😏

DEAR ARCEUS!

IS THAT YOURS???

DELETE IT RIGHT NOW, SON 😡😡😡

I already did it! I'm sorry! 

You were so open-minded the last time!

I thought you'd be fine with this!

I AM YOUR MOTHER. 

😡 YOU CAN'T SEND SOMETHING LIKE THAT JUST LIKE THAT.

Mom?

Explain yourself, young man.

Why did you send that? 😒

I already said it. 

I was looking for your help to...

"Release" some stress.

😳😳😳 

Yeah... Can you?

You know I love you, honey.

I will do anything for you to make you happy.

But you shouldn't send me pictures of your... privates. Okay?

I won't, but please. I really need your help! 

I'm really sorry.

Mom, are you still there?

I was taking a picture for you, my dear 🙄

OMG 😍 I love it so much!

Can you help me with something else? 😬

I know I'm your son, but you said you love me. And I love you too.

Honey, I already did this for you.

I know! This is perfect! Thank you! But today is Valentine's Day.

Sooo... Can you do me a favor and help me to enjoy this even more? 😬😬😬

???

Can you encourage me to touch myself?

😓😓😓

I wouldn't ask you to do this if I had a choice. 🥵 You know you are the only one for me.

Fine. 😑 I don't know what to say, but I'll try. 

Here you go, son! 😁😁😁 Look at my foot and touch yourself. Imagine you are here, sniffing between my toes...! 😏 Imagine you can smell the hints of the old leather... and sweat of my used sandals. Those I wear all the time.

Does my dear son want to rub the soft bottom of my foot against himself? 

Would you like to be here... before me to feel how soft it is? 😘

Let mommy encourage you to do your thing. 👌 Enjoy yourself, imagining not only one, but both of my pale and big soles are around you right now... ❤️❤️❤️

Hun? 😮

Did you... "finish"? 😶

[Commission] Lucas & Dahlia

*All characters in this drawing are depicted as adults.

[Commission] Sadayo Kawakami

*All characters in this drawing are depicted as adults.

*The person who commissioned this requested me to use a reference.

[Commission] Tier Harribel

*All characters in this drawing are depicted as adults.

Update #1 January 2022

As always, I appreciate your patience. :)

I have been working on private and public pieces. So, new content is coming! :D

[Commission] Yoko Littner

*All characters in this drawing are depicted as adults.

[Commission] Mereoleona Vermillion

*All characters in this drawing are depicted as adults.

[Update] Finish line ahead

I'm delayed at this moment but also focused. A couple of weeks ago, I reopened commissions, and I still need to work on them (do line arts and stuff, not to mention other pieces I should finish before this month's end).

However, one slot is available again. So, I'm just letting you know. If you are interested, please send me a DM here, on Patreon. :)

I'll update this post when the slot is taken.

Commission slot #1...... Available.

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Also, this is a good chance to tell you that I'll post another pic in a couple of hours and the calendar tomorrow. :D

And of course, more content is coming this week~ I didn't start on December 11th as expected because I was preparing everything.

Monthly Patreon Poll #9 - Pokémon GO gals [Second Step]

Now is the time to vote for your favorite! ;)

*All characters will be portrayed as adults.

Monthly Story Poll #10 - December 2020

I'm not an anime expert, and I don't have free time to watch series either. So, story polls will only include characters that I know.

I take suggestions, but I do not guarantee to include them in the poll.

Thanks for your support. :)

***All characters in this poll will be portrayed as adults.

[Commission] Vinsmoke Reiju

*All characters in this drawing are depicted as adults.

*The person who commissioned this requested me to use a reference.

Another update is coming later today~

Starting a new month

Thank you all for supporting me. As always, I'm working hard and preparing a lot of new content for December. 

So, stay fresh! Stay awesome! I'll be posting more pictures around Saturday 11th December.

Also, as you may notice, I have been posting a couple of commissions. And I'm still working on some of them from my to-do list. 

Even so, I know some of you would like to request one too. I also need to take a couple to keep going. So, I decided to open three slots. If you are interested, please send me a DM here, on Patreon. :)

I'll update this post when a slot is taken.

Commission slot #1...... Taken!

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Monthly Patreon Poll #9 - November 2020 [First Step]

Choose your favorite theme for this month!

· Athletic / Muscular: A strong and independent woman will teach you a lesson.

· Bondage!: Someone will have to use their feet to get out of this entangled situation.

· Chubby / BBW girls: They have a lot of love to give you!

· Domination: Do you like a woman who takes the dominant role? Then, choose this option and become a slave!

· Furry Gals: Nothing like some fur for a cold and lonely night.

· Girls With Uniforms: Girls who wear uniforms. It does not matter if the one they use is for a schoolgirl or from the army. Even superhero uniforms are welcome.

· Magical Feet (Detachable Feet): Suggest your favorite character to detach her feet (without blood loss or injury) and do whatever you want with both of them! It's like a magic trick! So, yes, she can still control and feel those parts. ;)

· Monster Girls: Are you into slimes, vampires? Maybe zombies...? There are plenty of spooky creatures out there! Suggest your favorite one~

· Pokémon GO gals: Gotta catch 'em all!

· Redheads: They need no introduction. ;)

· Retro Girls (Non-anime) from the 90's and earlier!: Let's give some love to the crushes of the past. Just don't forget there are girls outside of japan too! ;D

· Tanned / Dark-skinned Girls: Want some sugar?

· Tomboys: What are you waiting for, dude?

Monthly Story Poll #9 - Deathmatch!

Let's fix this! >:D

[Commission] Sadayo Kawakami

*All characters in this drawing are depicted as adults.

*The person who commissioned this requested me to use a reference.

[Short story] A story about Acerola - Too hot for summer

A story about Acerola - Too hot for summer

The following story includes sexual content and elements of foot fetish. All characters depicted in this work are adults.

Note: The content of this story is purely fictional.

And there I was, hanging out with my childhood friend, Acerola. We were on Ula'ula Island, and even though it was past noon, it was still too hot. Not even the cool sea breeze could help. So we took refuge in the library. After all, that's where she would meet a pair of residents later that day.

As soon as we walked in, Acerola threw off her shoes at the entrance. She gave me a chance to stare at her bare feet as she was flashing her smooth-looking and a bit dirty soles. The show did not last long as we found the right place to chill among the shelves full of books. We both sat on the floor, one in front of the other.

It turns out that the Ghost-type Trainer already had something prepared for me. She wanted to read me a story and even prepared a bowl of chocolate-flavored candy. She had recently rediscovered it and just wanted to make sure it wasn't boring.

“A long, long time ago, in a forest on this island, there lived a ghost hated by the people." Acerola read aloud, holding a large book of fairy tales that she had just placed on her lap. "The ghost was very violent and liked to frighten everyone. What's more, it was very greedy and would run off with anything that struck its fancy. The villagers named it The Greedy Rapooh." She continued, pausing to glance at me over the pages with those purple eyes of hers.

Acerola caught me red-handed. I was inspecting one of her light purple sandals. I pretended to look at it closely, secretly taking a couple of short whiffs of the intoxicating foot odor. With my focus on her shoe’s insole, I noticed the leather design bearing darkened toeprints that engraved the top of it. But what caught my attention the most was the overpowering, pungent smell, similar to that of old cheese, clinging to its surface.

"Anon! Why do you have that? I thought I left my shoes at the entrance..." Acerola exhaled as her shoulders sagged. "You're not even listening to me. Are you...? I need your opinion on this. I want to know if this story is good enough for the kids."

"Of course I'm paying attention to you!" I flinched at her sudden question. "It's just that... uh... look what I found!" I pointed at the insole of the footwear still in my hand, just at the level where the balls of the foot were supposed to lay. "There is a long, dry stain right here! I thought something had spilled on it and wanted to find out what it was. I was trying to help, you know." I awkwardly excused myself.

"Oh! Sure. Sure. Sure." She arched a questioning brow. "And... did you figure it out?"

"Eh... No."

"Well, maybe SOMEONE spilled SOMETHING on it... Maybe the last time I spent the night at your house?" The young woman smirked at me.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I answered, folding my arms. "I mean… You're surrounded by children all day. Kids are messy and you like to go barefoot when you're indoors. Even now. Look at yourself. I think some of the little ones you take care of spilled some juice on it."

"Anon... Anon..." Her hair wiggled from side to side as she shook her head. "What a trouble maker you are! Ever since we were children, you have always been the same. You're lucky that I think your affection for my feet is cute." She sighed again.

I pretended not to hear that. I took one of the taffy-like candies from the bowl near us and started giving my opinion about the story she was reading before. However, the purple-haired girl made me shut up in a way I wasn't expecting.

Stretching her legs out in front of her, Acerola put her feet up on my lap. She was holding one of the aforementioned candies between her big and second toe of each foot.

That was a bizarre scenario, even for someone like me. Sweat dripped from the tips of her toes to her heels. She wasn't wearing any shoes since we arrived at the library, but her feet were steaming as if she had been in boots all day. I could feel the heat emanating from them.

Acerola's meaty soles were just a couple of inches away from my dick, which surprised both of us when it jumped inside my pants, hard as stone. She pulled them away, more worried than upset.

"May I pull it out?" I asked with a bit of nerve.

"Are you talking about your penis?" She gasped, keeping her voice down. "You can be pretty naughty when you want to get your hands on my feet!"

"Is that a yes?" I smirked at her.

"Of course not, Anonymous! We are in a public place!" She lowered her voice until it was barely audible. "I was being a teaser... Just that! Now, you are asking way too much!"

"And that was too much for me! You can't do that and then leave me like this..." I replied, hiding my notorious boner under her sandal. "Could you at least put them on my face?"

"You are like The Greedy Rapooh, always wanting more and more." She sighed in defeat, using her soles to cover my mouth. "But hurry up! Remember, my reading friends will be here at any minute."

At this point, my erection throbbed so hard that I was bumping the girl's shoe on my lap. I think she noticed it because I immediately felt like she pulled it out of there.

My nose rested between Acerola's toes, where the stench filled my nostrils. It was an intoxicating smell of aged cheese and vinegar. I looked back at her to know how she would react.

The Ghost-type Trainer was looking around to make sure no one caught us. She had her guard down, so I lifted her right foot and planted a kiss right on the big toe. Making my way down her thick heel, I stopped there to suck it.

"Anon!" She tried to pull the objects of my lust away again. She was in disbelief.

But I didn't allow it this time. I held her tightly by the heels and licked the sweat off her right arch instead. That salty taste, mixed with the day's grime, made me leak precum through my pants.

"Anon!" She exclaimed a second time, sounding a little annoyed now.

Struggling to get rid of my hold, my childhood friend wiggled her toes all over my face. That didn't work, so she tried to pinch my nose in a futile attempt to stop me as I continued to worship her soles. That brought me to the point of no return. I was about to ejaculate.

"Alola!" A couple of infantile voices were heard getting closer, interrupting one of the best moments of my life

"Alola, kids!" Acerola raised her voice to greet her friends back before meeting them at the entrance.

I had no choice but to let her go. After doing her best to wipe the saliva off the soaked bottoms of her feet, she stood up. It’s worth mentioning that the girl didn't do that so well, because she left wet footprints in her wake.

"Big sis Acerola! Which book will you read us today?" A boy asked as soon as he saw her.

After what happened, I didn't plan on staying. I had to go home to jerk off vigorously. But not without first looking Acerola in the eyes to make sure everything is fine.

"Well, kids." The girl made a pause and then glanced back at me while talking to her friends. "Did you hear about The Greedy Rapooh? It's a very greedy ghost who also likes to smell feet". She continued with a smile on her face.

"Feet??? Eww!" Both children shouted for disgust as I walked away from the place, thinking about what I possibly started that day...

[Commission] Orihime Inoue

*All characters in this drawing are depicted as adults.

*The person who commissioned this requested me to use a reference.