A story I wrote for  tickleLabs in which Fire the Fox visits Louis Squirrel for a foot massage.

It was a cold winter day when Fire the Fox went to visit Louis Squirrel. There had been a blizzard the night before, and the ground was covered in snow. The roads and sidewalks were clear since workers plowed and shoveled the ways clear. Fire walked up to Louis’ house.
Fire: “Hopefully Louis has some ticklish surprises for me today.”
When Fire rang the doorbell, Louis answered the door.
Louis: “Hello?”
Fire: “It’s me, Fire.”
Louis: “Come in, Fire. Make yourself at home.”

When Fire walked into Louis’ house, she took her winter coat, hat, gloves, scarf and boots off. She wasn’t wearing any socks with her boots. Immediately she sat down on Louis’ couch in the living room. Immediately Louis walked in.
Louis: “Hey Fire, is there anything I can get you?”
Fire: “You know, my feet are killing me from the long walk over to your house. Could you give me a foot massage by any chance?”
Louis: “I’d be more than happy to oblige.”
Louis sat down on the couch right next to Fire. Fire found a pillow to rest her head on and place her brown furred, four-toed feet with tan soles and furry claws in Louis’ lap. Louis immediately massaged Fire’s attractive feet.
Fire: “Ooh!”
By the look on her face, Fire was enjoying the massage. Louis massaged each part of Fire’s feet in the following order: ankles, heels, arches, tops, soles and finally toes.

After about twenty minutes, Louis finished. Fire wiggled her toes in delight.
Louis: “How was the massage?”
Fire: “It was great, Louis. My feet are a whole lot better now.”
Louis: “If you ever want another foot massage, let me know.”
Fire: “Louis, I want you to kiss my feet.”
Louis: “You’re kidding, right?”
Fire: “No, I really want you to kiss my feet.”
Louis immediately picked up Fire’s feet and kissed them, just like she wanted him to do. Louis kissed Fire’s feet about ten times before stopping. He tasted a bad taste in his mouth and spat a few times.
Louis: “Fire, your feet taste like denim jeans.”
Fire: “How does it feel to taste ‘de-feet’?”
Louis: “It was horrible.”
Fire: “Can’t you take a joke?”
Louis: “Why didn’t you say it was a joke before?”

After some idle chit-chat, Fire stood up from the couch, grabbed her winter gear, put it back on, kissed Louis goodbye and left. Louis sat down and daydreamt what Fire would have in store for her next visit.

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Fire the Fox © tickleLabs
Louis Squirrel © Yours Truly