Here's another trade I did for  Gameboy121 in exchange for the great thing he drew for me with Kago doing some bat exterminating, involving a character I had actually never heard of before, Bubsy the Bobcat. He wanted a story where Bubsy unintentionally starts sucking his own feet while sleeping, and then decides he liked their taste enough to do it again. I'm big into feet stuff, but not so much self-foot-stuff, so this was certainly a new experience for me. Anyway, enjoy!

It was a sweet dream that Bubsy was having. Literally.
In his dream, which was being produced by a deep sleep, he was surrounded by a table full of candy. They ranged from sweets of all kinds, but none were as plentiful in the blissful recesses of his mind like the lollipop. They came in all colors and all flavors in the whole spectrum of sweetness. It wasn’t often that he dreamt of food, but when he did, it tended to be ones where he stuffed himself at a buffet, or in this case, cleaned himself out of a whole cabinet of sweets.
Perhaps he was still hungry when he went to sleep. Perhaps his blood sugar was low, but in his sleep, Bubsy couldn’t get enough sugar in his mouth. The swirling lollipops were so delicious and tasty that he didn’t just want to lick them.
He needed to suck on them.
His own saliva was coating the pops like a layer of frosting. As his tongue went to town on the sweets, stuffing multiple ones in his mouth at the same time, the sweet flavoring of the candy overpowered his mouth like snow on a mountaintop. He had to moan. There was never a time in his waking life when he had tasted something so sweet, so delicious, that he wanted to fight the coming sun through his window.
When he realized he was dreaming and that he was coming out of it, he knew he had to work faster. He sucked harder and harder, drooling all over the lollipops in a frantic attempt to suck all the sugar out of them at once. But it wasn’t meant to be. It seemed that sometimes even dreams had their limitations.
But as he was waking up, Bubsy couldn’t help noticing that he still had something in his mouth.
Somethings, in his mouth, rather.
Waking up, slowly opening his eyes, his senses began to return to him. As they came back, the former illusion of sweetness in his mouth from the candy and lollipops began to evaporate, and was replaced by something he had never tasted before. The new taste coming into his mouth wasn’t bad, not at all. It was just new, and strange, and the objects in his mouth were soft and even a little chewy.
Opening his eyes and feeling the bed under him, he quickly realized his body was in an awkward position. It felt as if only his upper body were on the mattress, with his legs being somewhere else. In the next moment, he realized he knew where his legs were and, more specifically, where his feet were.
His legs were plopped up in an impressively flexible position, and his toes were in his mouth.
In an instant recoil, followed by a disgusted gag, he pulled his toes out of his mouth, putting them back down and resting them on his bed, right where they belonged.
Ewww! Bubsy thought to himself. What was I doing? Was I REALLY sucking my own toes the entire time? The dream…all those sweet candies, those big lollipops, and I was sucking my TOES the entire time?
It wasn’t unreasonable for Bubsy to be disgusted. He never wore shoes, socks, or any kind of footwear, and he knew more than anyone where his own feet had been. Sure, he washed them as anyone should, but that didn’t make it any better. Besides, they were FEET. Feet and toes weren’t exactly things that most people wanted in their mouths, and it was even weirder when it was your own toes that were in your own mouth.
Besides, what would even cause his body to go in that position?
I mean… I guess I’m flexible enough to put my own toes in my mouth, but would wouldn’t I wake up? It’s such an unnatural position… it doesn’t make any sense. Bubsy shook his head in frustration, trying to forget the memory of his own toes in his mouth. And why was it candy and lollipops that I was dreaming of? Which came first, the toe sucking or the dream? Did I start sucking my own toes because I was dreaming of those sweet candies or did I start sucking my toes, and the sucking made me dream of sucking lollipops?
There was no way to find out. One you woke up from a dream, you lost the memory of it more and more with each minute. Besides, was the question really that troubling? Weren’t there people who had a thing for feet? Bubsy knew that, but HE was never one to have a foot fetish.
It was just a dream… the bobcat reminded himself once again. It was just a dream. It doesn’t mean anything. Just because I ended up sucking my own feet doesn’t mean that I have a thing for feet. I can’t control what I do in my sleep!
Besides that, there were times where people had told him that he had nice feet. He didn’t really care about his feet being pretty, or if anyone could have had a thing for them, but he always said ‘Thank you’. It was just like having any other part of your body complimented, like someone saying you had a nice smile or nice teeth.
Now that he had been awake for more than a few minutes, and he had shifted himself around in bed a bit, he hoped that he would forget about what happened as he took in the sun’s rays from his window. He could have been overthinking it, or he could have been doing a number of other things that helped him ignore the truth, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the end of his dream.
Even once his senses had returned to him, and the sweetness of the candies disappeared, the taste of his own toes wasn’t bad.
It wasn’t bad at all.
Even if sucking toes isn’t weird, Bubsy thought. Isn’t it still weird that it’s my own toes and feet that I want to taste? I mean, maybe it’s not as weird if it’s my friend’s feet or my girlfriend’s feet, but my OWN? Nobody ever thinks their own fingers or skin tastes good…
He shook his head again, trying to get the thoughts out of his head. But they just wouldn’t go away. The only thing he could think of that would satisfy his anxiety and uncertainty about the situation is if he just did it again.
If he just started sucking his toes again.
He was reluctant, because he knew it was strange. Then again, he was all alone in his room, so no one would ever know about his strange curiosity.
Bubsy sighed, rolling his eyes. He didn’t WANT to do it. He HAD to do it.
He brought his legs back up to his face, wiggling his own toes in anticipation for the sucking. Considering how hard it was for him to keep his feet in that position, he once again was baffled at how he was able to get away with it while he was sleeping. But he didn’t want to think about that anymore. He had some curiosity to satisfy.
Besides, he had to admit it, his feet were awfully pretty. They were big, especially compared to the size of the rest of his body. Despite having four fingers, his feet only had three toes on each foot. Each toe had a claw on it, considering he was a cat, after all. Bubsy always knew he had big feet, he had to walk on them every day, didn’t he? He never liked to wear shoes or socks, so the big things were always on display for everyone who saw him, including himself. Being their owner, he couldn’t help but seeing them all the time, admiring them some of the time as well.
Hmmm… people suck their fingers all the time, and that’s not weird. If we’re being reasonable, why should toes be any different? Granted, people don’t eat with their feet, at least nobody I know does, but the idea is still the same. Toes are just fingers that are on your feet. Am I to believe that if I were to accidentally step on a piece of cake or something that it would be weird if I sucked the food off my foot? So what if they might be dirty from walking in all sorts of places, I’M the one that knows where my feet have been. It’s absolutely my decision.
Bubsy decided that he didn’t need to convince himself of it anymore. He was alone, and even with the sun coming up already, there was still a couple hours left before he would need to get out of bed. He still had a lot of time to himself, but with his curiosity still in dire need of being sated, he didn’t want to waste any more time.
The bobcat brought his feet back up to his face, surprised at how easily he was able to hold that position comfortably. He held them for a moment, letting them hover in front of his face so he could admire them again. The nice big, round toes hovering right in front of his face reminded him how they felt in his mouth. In the moments he had with his toes in his mouth before taking them out in disgust, they weren’t bad. Even if they didn’t taste great, the fact that Bubsy had just learned that he had a thing for feet was motivation enough for him to give his own toes a try.
The bobcat opened his mouth wide, letting his toes wiggle a little as they entered his mouth. He supposed he could have just done one foot at a time, then another once the sucking and tasting was over, but he wanted to repeat what he had done in his sleep. He was able to keep all six of his toes in his mouth at one time, so there was no reason why he couldn’t do it again this time.
The moment his middle toes touched his tongue, he knew he was in for a fun time.
Just as he remembered from the final moments before he had woken up, they didn’t taste bad at all. It was just as he had reasoned to himself, there was no reason why sucking your fingers should be acceptable while sucking one’s toes wasn’t. It was just harder to do, that’s all! Besides, his toes were thicker than his fingers, which made them all the more fun to chew. Their size along with the fur on his toes made them oddly chew, and that wasn’t something that Bubsy was going to complain about.
His toes were large, which was appealing all by itself. That just meant that there was a lot of area for his tongue to explore. The first thing he did was to make sure that he didn’t accidentally pierce his own tongue on the claws on his toes. The last thing he wanted was to have an accidental injury ruin the new fun that he was going to have. Focusing his tongue, he moved it out of the way of his claws and under his feet, where there was a whole new flavor to be savored.
The soles of his feet tasted like his toes, only there was even more area on his fur for flavor to be held. He always washed his feet before going to sleep, so he was happy to know that everything he was tasting was natural, and not the result of being on his feet on solid ground and grass all day. Bubsy stopped his sucking for a moment to extend his tongue as far as it would go, all the way back to his heel, and drag his tongue from the back of his foot all the way to in between his toes.
Mmmm… this isn’t bad. Not bad at all. I can certainly see why I was dreaming of sweets while I was sucking these things in my sleep. Perhaps they aren’t as sweet as real candy hehe, but if I’m dreaming, I can see why I would make the mistake.
He knew there was definitely a lot of flavor to be discovered in between his toes. As good as his soles and the tips of his toes were, the in-betweens of his toes were probably a gold mine. Finishing another wash of his tongue along the soles of both his feet, he slipped his tongue in between his left and middle toes on his right foot. For all the flavors, he would got slowly and get his slobbering tongue in between all his toes, but he had to start somewhere. His tongue got all the way in there, as if he were trying to suck out the last bit of pudding in a cup.
Bubsy was right. There WAS a lot of flavor to be found there.
There was almost a sweetness to them that couldn’t be found on the tips of his toes on along his soles. It was like the fur in between his toes did indeed have a little bit of sugar on them. Perhaps that was just his mind. In his enjoyment of his own feet, his senses could have been playing tricks on him and making him believe that there was sweetness on his own feet when there actually wasn’t, but why should he care? As long as the bobcat was enjoying it, there was no reason to not enjoy the sweet that was filling his tongue from his own toes.
The sweetness lingered on as he went from toe to toe. Afterwards, he went to in between his right and middle toes on his right foot, and then to in between his left and middle toes on his left foot. There was just as much sweetness in there as there had been at the start, and he could almost feel those sweet dreams coming back to him as he closed his eyes and rested his head back once again onto his pillow. There was still a lot of time left before he would have to be out of bed, so he figured he would rest his head again and close his eyes until that happened, sucking and licking his feet the whole time as he did.
As Bubsy began to fall back to sleep, he put his tongue back in between his toes, this time moving a bit quicker as he knew he was about to fall back to sleep. He needed to get more of the flavor back if he was going to indulge in one of those candy and lollipop dreams again. As his head began to get heavier with sleep, his tongue went back to the tasty tips of his toes and down to his soles, giving them some final sucks and licks before he closed his eyes again for another couple hours of sleep.
He was able to get the sleep that he wanted, but he was woken up a bit earlier than he expected. When he went back to sleep, he had expected that there would be no one to find out about what he was doing.
Bubsy was wrong about that.
“What the?” a young bobcat asked as he opened the door to his uncle’s room.
Another young bobcat, a girl, stopped at her brother’s side, pausing at the strange sight of her uncle in his bed, doing one of the strangest things either of them had ever seen. “Are you seeing what I’m seeing, Terry?” she asked.
Terry nodded. “I’m not wrong. That’s weird isn’t it, Terri?”
Terri didn’t reply. They were just paused at their uncle’s open doorway, standing there for almost a minute in silence before deciding to do something. They didn’t want to get too close to the strange display before them, so they just settled on having to wake up their uncle from the edge of his room.
“Hey, Bubsy!” Terri shouted. “Bubsy, wake up!”
Her call woke him up the second time. It was a slow wake up, since the blissful Bubsy had sunk back into a sweet dream of candy and lollipops and, as Bubsy had been happy to discover, all kinds of feet. There had been all kinds of feet in his dream. Lion feet, bear feet, dog feet, several kinds of bird feet, heck even rat and bat feet. They were all extremely tasty, and left him with an insatiable urge to get to know more kinds of feet.
So he wasn’t too thrilled when he finally opened his eyes all the way to see that he was no longer alone in the comfort of his own room.
“Oh! Hey!” Bubsy’s feet flew out of his mouth, settling back down onto his bed where they should have been. “Terry? Terri? Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”
“You never care if we knock or not.” Terry replied, eyes still wide at what he’d seen. “Besides, we didn’t expect to see you… you know…”
Bubsy instantly sat up in his bed, crossing his arms. “So? I don’t think it’s weird at all. Why are toes so much different than fingers?”
He wasn’t sure if that was a good case at all, or if his nephew and niece just didn’t care enough to inquire further, but after that, the two kids just shrugged off what they had seen.
“Okay, just forget it.” Terry said. “We don’t want that to take away from why we’re here.”
“The Woolies have returned.” Terri added. “They’ve come to take your yarn balls again.”
“Ugh!” Bubsy was already back on his feet, fists clenched and ready for a fight. “Very well. I’ll stop them. Never turns out any differently does it?”
Terry and Terri agreed. Of course, he wasn’t going to say anything, but Bubsy was excited as he and the kids shut the door to his room and headed out. He was eager to try new feet, as his dream had taught him.
I guess Woolie feet will be the next feet I try!