Tails’ Salty-Toed Treat

Marine's teasing blackmail leads to a flustered Tails to worship her stinky, sweaty feet.

Marine’s workshop utterly reeked of hot metal. Completely focused, Tails made a final adjustment to a new hydro-coil for the Wave Cyclone. If he could just nail this calibration, the Wave Cyclone could finally run at full…

“Whatcha doin’ now, Tails?”

He flinched, nearly dropping a spanner. Marine bounced up and down beside him, peering at his work with intensity.

“It’s called rerouting the energy flow, Marine,” he said, trying to keep the exasperation from his voice. “It’s very delicate.”

“Too right! ‘Cause if you botch it, we’ll be riding a bloody fireball,” she laughed.

Tails sighed. For the past hour, Marine’s “help” had amounted to bossy backseat comments and shoving a half-eaten apple his way. Of course, her endless bouncing made the floorboards groan with every thud. He knew she meant well—her crush on him was about as subtle as her accent—but her boundless energy was a direct assault on his concentration.

He looked down for a moment. He’d been trying to ignore that she’d discarded her shoes the moment she came in—a habit she had on scorching days. Her normally white soles were already powdered in sand and workshop grit.

He quickly turned his head, feeling a warmth in his cheeks. Just focus on the project, Tails.

“Could you pass me that five-millimetre wrench, please?” he asked, pointing without looking.

“Got it!”

He felt a nudge against his leg. Glancing down, he froze. There, held firmly between Marine’s large toes, was the wrench. She was propped on one foot, the other extended towards him with a grin.

“Well? Grab it before my toes cramp up,” she urged, scrunching her toes tighter.

He numbly took the tool, his gloved fingers brushing against her toes. He immediately dropped it with a loud clatter.

“Butterfingers,” she teased.

“It slipped,” he mumbled, taking a deep breath. Feeling the tension rise, he knew he desperately needed to release it before things became less comfortable.

Now was his chance. He bent down, pretending to search for the fallen tool. As he reached for it, he leaned in towards her feet. Their scent was a mix of hot sand and her own unique musk. It wasn’t overpowering, yet it was invigorating. Gulping, he risked a deeper inhale, this time along her smallest toes.

“What are you doing down there?” she yelled.

Tails rocketed up, banging his head on the underside of the workbench. “Ow! Just…just grabbing the wrench!”

Marine’s head tilted in confusion. Then her eyes drifted from his red muzzle down to her own feet. And back up again. The confusion on her face melted away, slowly being replaced by a mischievous grin.

“You think I wouldn’t notice you sniffing my piggies, fox boy?” she purred. Finally she had his complete, undivided attention. She was going to savour it. “That’s a real creative way of saying my feet stink.”

“No! I was just… The air is heavier down there!”

“Is it now?” She took a step forward, trapping him between her and the workbench. “You’re a right little freak, you are. You think I’ve got beautiful feet? Is that it?”

“Marine, stop being a kid,” he growled, pouting.

“You like my stinky feet!” she sang, her grin widening. She squealed in delight. “And if not, then I might just have to tell Blaze and Sonic about your strange breathing problems. How you sniffed my toes. Safety first, right?”

Tails grabbed her shoulders. “Don’t! Is it really too much to ask you to close your mouth for once in your life?”

“Yes.” Marine nodded rapidly. “Though it’s not impossible. I might be willing to let this secret remain under wraps. On one condition.”

“What?”

She licked her lips. “Kiss my feet.”

Tails’ ears flicked. “Kiss your feet? Are you insane?”

“Perfectly sane, thank you very much,” she giggled, crossing her arms. “A few lil’ smooches for my complete silence. Seems like a bargain to me, considering you’re so concerned about your reputation.

“What kind of friend blackmails another one?”

“What kind of friend goes around sniffing his mate’s toes?” she countered, her smile persisting. She leaned in closer. “You know I don’t do well with waiting, right?”

His shoulders slumped in defeat. “Fine.”

“Attaboy!” She plopped onto a nearby crate and extended her right foot, propping it onto a stool. “Pucker up, fox boy.”

Groaning, Tails knelt before her. He stared at the top of her foot—the cleanest part. He could do this. Taking a breath, he leaned in and planted a quick peck on it before pulling back immediately.

Marine raised a brow. “Was that a mozzie landing? I barely felt it.” She wiggled her toes. “And you kissed the wrong part, silly. The furry part’s the boring bit.”

Spreading her toes, she glamorously presented him with the bottoms of her feet.

He gagged. Yet with no other choice, he leaned in again. The warm musk of her foot filled his nostrils as his lips pressed against her sole. The texture, abrasive from the sand, sent a shiver down his spine. His ears flicked again.

“See?” she cooed. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Just because you say it doesn’t make it true.”

“Don’t lie to me.” She pushed her left foot forward. “You’re a freak for stinky feet. Now let’s get back to what you were doing before. A proper deep sniff this time. Make it loud.”

Trapped in the cavern of her unique scent, Tails unwillingly complied. He took a long, slow sniff. Her odour returned even more powerful, with the stench having this sharp, vinegary tang to it. As she guided his head forward with her toes until his nose was nestled between them, he found himself snorting in both the stench and pools of saltwater.

“Reminds me of a few months back,” she chuckled, looking elsewhere. “My feet got so unbelievably stinky after a long day of exploring. I hopped in the bath and went through a whole bar of soap on just one foot, and it barely made a dent! So I had to grab another bar, and then another! I reckon I used about a dozen, plus a whole bottle of fancy cream, before they started smelling halfway decent.”

Tails tried to pull his head back, letting out a muffled protest. “Marine, this is so childish…”

“Shh.” She gently curled her toes. “The grown-up is talking. Where was I? Oh, right.”

The stinky feet story bled into another. Then came a third and a fourth. All the while Tails remained captive, forced to breathe in the intensifying funk of her feet. The workshop grew warmer as the Sun climbed higher. And with each rambling anecdote, Marine’s feet grew damper.

Eventually Tails’ mind went numb. The initial shock and humiliation had faded. Now he was left with a strange, hypnotic overstimulation. One of his tails gave a slow, unconscious wag. His hands, which had been braced against the stool to push away, crept forward until they were cradling her ankles.

Marine, despite her rambling, missed none of it. She felt the fight leave him.

“Storytime’s over,” she announced. She looked down at him, beaming. “New rule. Lick my toes.”

“Your… Your toes?” Tails hesitated. But with a shuddering sigh, he obeyed. His tongue swept across her toes from smallest to largest.

Marine bit her lip. “How do they taste?”

“They’re all dirty and salty,” he mumbled. He licked another toe, a soft whimper escaping him. “I… I like it.”

Marine applauded. “Took you long enough to give in. You really are a strange one, aren’t you?” She leaned back. “So the dirtier and stinkier my feet get, the more your little tails start wagging? Is that how it works?”

Tails squeezed his eyes shut, unable to respond.

“Well then,” she said, her voice growing warmer. “Show me what you really think of them.”

It was all the permission he needed. With a desperate groan, Tails’ tongue fully extended. He licked her dusty soles furiously, his tongue working to clean every speck of sand and grime. He sucked on every last one of her toes. As the rich flavour of them travelled down his throat, he let out a deep moan.

Marine set a hand on her chest, fascinated. He was completely lost in his adoration to her feet.

His attention then shifted from the pads of her toes to the tight, murky spaces between them. There wasn’t a deep accumulation of toe jam, although there was a soft, salty residue where fine grime lingered. Panting, he nibbled between the toes, suckling them gently.

“Oi, watch it!” Marine squealed, her leg jerking. “That tickles!”

Tails took it a step further by opening his mouth wide. He started to drive her entire right foot into his mouth. Her long toes disappeared first, followed by the ball of her foot, then her high arch, stretching his mouth to the absolute limit. He pushed forward until only her smelly heel was sticking out from between his lips.

“My, my, my,” she sang, bursting into snickers. “If not for my leg, I reckon we’d fit the whole thing in your mouth.”

Twenty minutes passed in a blur of foot worship. Marine was jittery, her tail wagging up and down as if she’d drunk twenty litres of coffee. With a soft sigh, she pushed Tails away until he was flat on his back.

He blinked up at her. As she stood over him, triumphant and flushed, he felt himself becoming stiffer. Between that wild energy and endless confidence that bordered on arrogance, she had captivated him. Even from the floor, he started noting every little detail about her appearance that made his heart race. Her bright eyes, her green dress… Of course, he couldn’t ignore her milky soles, now cleaned to perfection by his attention.

“Enjoying the view, are we?” Marine moaned. “Don’t think we’re done just yet.”

Before he could respond, she stepped onto his face. The soft weight of her feet bore down on his cheeks. Her overwhelming scent managed to pierce the saliva, melting deeper into Tails’ face.

The last of his defences crumbled. “Marine… I like you a lot…”

Marine froze. A fierce blush exploded across her face. Her confident posture wavered. “I wasn’t expecting that so suddenly.”

She instinctively lifted one foot slightly, then lowered her big toe to his lips. He sucked gently on the digit as she tried to calm the frantic beating of her heart. After a moment, she hopped off his face and sat near his lap.

“Okay, Tails,” she said, wiggling her toes. “I’m gonna make you like me even more.”

With a soft moan, she stretched her toes over his erection. Tails flinched. The tip of his cock kissed the drenched ball of her foot, drawing a gasp from him. She grinned as she slowly engulfed the head with her warm, smelly embrace.

She moved slowly at first. Her toes curled slightly, kneading him before gliding downwards. Then, with a soft hum, she brought her other foot into play and sandwiched him between both.

A guttural moan escaped Tails as Marine began to work her magic. Her movements were laser-focused. The rhythm built as each pass of her feet sent a burst of pleasure through him. A minute of stroking was capped off with a sudden halt. Marine waited just one second, winking. She then pressed her left foot down, flattening Tails’ penis against his pelvis. He gasped.

“What’s wrong?” she cooed. “I don’t think I applied quite enough pressure.”

She tightened the sensation, allowing the ball of her foot to press into Tails at maximum power. It felt like enough weight to crush him. Her heel lightly ground into his balls—just light enough to avoid causing an eruption.

In seconds, she eased the pressure, only to restart the rhythmic stroking. Tails could barely speak. Lost in the bliss of her feet on his dick, he only moaned.

Marine rolled onto her stomach, her soles now facing the ceiling. Her eyes lit up as she trapped Tails between her arches. The level of control was fantastic. She brought her heels up and down, then used the balls of her feet to give him a little rub on the shaft. The new angle gifted her with more leverage, and now her movements were twice as fluid. She could better wiggle her toes for when she wanted Tails to lose his mind.

Tails’ whimpers grew louder. He reached out blindly, grabbing her calves.

Chuckling, Marine slowed her movements. “Aw, is the wittle foxy boy about to break? Is it my super-duper stinky feet that’re making you all fuzzy inside? You just can’t get enough of my creamy soles, can you, you foot sniffer?” She spread her toes. “I can smell them from here.”

“Gah!” Tails held on tighter to Marine’s calves, now bucking his hips as her speed ramped up. The feet slammed against his pelvis with incredible force—enough force for his foreskin to be completely peeled back. Whimpering, he began to beg. “Marine! Your feet… I can’t!”

His entire body went still for a second. Marine held him captive between her feet, maintaining the ironclad grip as he released his seed all over her. One squirt leapt metres high before raining back down onto her heel and dripping onto her scrunched toes.

“It’s warm!” Marine screamed, shocked as she felt the sticky texture ooze.

When it was finally done, Tails’ breathing was ragged. His penis was weak under the caress of Marine’s damp feet.

She lifted her semen-covered feet to her face, one at a time. Then, with a look of curiosity, she slid a toe into her mouth, slurping the substance from it. She proceeded to cram a mouthful of toes in there, jamming her tongue in all the crevices, before lapping up the remaining cum from her soles. Obnoxiously loud lip smacks were the bulk of what Tails heard.

“Ooh yeah,” she giggled, swallowing the last of Tails’ seed in a large gulp. “See, wasn’t that a fun time?”

Tails could only let out a shaky moan in response, unable to meet her eyes.

She leaned over him, taking his chin in her hand. Before he could process what was happening, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his. It was a short kiss. She pulled back, leaving him even more stunned.

“Right then,” she said, hopping back to her feet and dusting off her gloves. “Back to work, shall we? That coil won’t finish itself, mate!”

Tails just lay there, touching his lips, his mind replaying the last half hour on a loop. As he got up, he noticed Marine’s left foot stretched back. She looked over her shoulder, slowly curling her toes back and forth with a grin. She put a finger over her mouth, shushing herself.

He smiled, jumping to his feet and focusing back on the workbench. “Now, you wanna grab me that wrench?”

She scooped it between her toes, setting it in his palm. “Here you are.”

With it firmly in his grasp, the two reengaged the project together.