Wave's Sweaty Sole Stroll

~ "Phew, thought this day would never end. *stretches* Mmmmmm...guess you two have incubated long enough, though the sweat smell may not come off anytime soon haha"[/color] ~

- Full of energy, felling bold, and most importantly, walking around with some extra cushion in her boots as Tails and his clone find themselves in total darkness as Wave's big feet continue to smoosh them up against the sole of her boots as every step Wave takes is lifted off them only to again be pushed back down into the smelly fabric of the boot.

Tails can only ponder what all is going on as Wave goes about her daily task, with only darkness, sweat trickling all over him, and Wave's foot odor hindering his senses all day, Tails can only guess where Wave is based on sounds as he hears the familiar sounds of tools being shuffled, the clanging of machinery as he assumes Wave is in her workshop before he passes out.

He awakens when he hears a familiar voice that isn't Waves and realizes its Amy, but with his decreased size, lack of air, and Waves feet sapping all his strength with every step, Tails can only faintly moan as his hope of rescue is snuffed out as Amy's voice suddenly goes quiet as Wave departs to continue her tasks. Hours pass as Tails falls in and out of consciousness as he is drenched is foot sweat, his body almost sunken into the boot sole, and the odor basically rewriting his own smell.

Then Tails notices that Wave is no longer moving, the pressure on him easing up a bit as he hears the slamming of a door and a lock being turned, then with a sudden rumble and rustling Tails feels Wave's feet arch up as she removes her boot. Tails's is hit by the sudden flood of foot stank then lets his lungs draw in "fresh" air as he gasp from the sudden lack of pressure on his body, his eyes squint and he turns as the sudden flood of light overloads him for a bit before slowly adjusting back.

Wave plops back down in her chair as she pries off the other boot as she kicks back and finally lets both Tails get some much needed rest as both foxes have been bathed in her sweat, their fur in matted knots, both physically and mentally exhausted and even though out of their smelly prisons the smell of Wave's feet still hovers over them and is stuck to them as Wave kicks back and chuckles at the sorry state of her "socks", hell even Wave admits to herself the smell is pretty strong and tells the Tails she has a way of fixing that -

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Wave and Tails © SEGA

Art -  FeetyMcFoot


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