Part I: Foxy

It wa 1:00 pm at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Foxy the pirate fox was relaxing in Pirate's Cove on a Saturday evening, after the place had closed, and he was relaxing in a hammock he made, which held up nicely nailed to two wooden beams. Believe it or not, the cove was quite large on the inside and not just a space hidden by purple curtains. Infact, it had a desent sized funhouse with tunnels, a few arcade games, and Foxy's own captain's quarters which also had a minibar, a TV, you know, the basic stuff. He sighed in relaxation as he slipped his boots off and put one foot over the other, reading a magazine. He still had his socks on, which were kind of worn out 'cause it was the only pair he could afford. "Aaah, nothing like a wee bit of good magazine and a nice day of entertaining lads and lassies for some alone time." he smiles, looking at the magazine. Suddenly, Scuddy walked by the cove and peeked through the door. If you're wondering why a kid Scuddy's age is working the night shift, Bart simpson of all people got him a one week long job there and each night he would pay him 20 bucks (which he stole from Homer :o) so he can pay for a big Thanksgiving dinner for his family and friends. He was about to say hi before he saw Foxy looking so comfortable. "Guess I came at a bad time. But ey, there's no harm in a little mischief." He sneered as he look up at his feet. "Ayyy those cursed boots were just too small. I have to wear them throughout the day to make it look like me flesh was bitten off by crocodiles. It maybe fer the kiddies, but now I can finally wiggle me toes." and that's just what he did. Putting down his magazine, he put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes and started humming.

Scuddy tiptoed inside to where Foxy was smiling in relief. The scars around his body were actually tattoos witch looked so 3 dimensional. He knelt down to the boots and stuck his snout inside, inhaling the sweaty aroma. He then stood up slowly, looking at his socked feet. Unlike the rest of the gang, he had four toes instead of three. (Well he is kind of the oddball of the group.) Scuddy could see his claws were filed down, probably because he didn't want them to rip through his boots, and the socks were so sweaty, you could see the sweat marks everywhere, he could even see sweat dripping from his toes witch were fully exposed. Scuddy scribbled his fingers on Foxy's feet "Yahahaharrr stop that!" he giggled in his sleep. "Hmm, a heavy sleeper, even from tickling? This is gonna be fun." Scuddy smiled, and then stuck his nose right into his right socked sole, giving some big sniffs "Oh god......they're so stinky.....but so good.....like rum." he couldn't resist and he gave his socked sole a big lick. Foxy giggled at this, but still remained asleep. Scuddy licked his lips, satisfied, but he wanted the whole thing. He started to peel off his socks, revealing his big red feet. He wiggled her toes in his sleep, which made Scuddy even more tempted, He stuck his nose right between his toes and smelled them, the stronger stench hitting him and it made him shiver. "It gets so much better." He then proceeded to lick his big salty feet. Lick after lick after lick, and all the while Foxy laughted in his sleep. "Ayyyhehehehehe, stop ticklin' me fehehet or yer wahahalkin' the plahahank! Foxy just kept laughing, but being a heavy sleeper on this particular night, wasn't none the wiser as the little hybrid boy continued his tickle assult, licking his soles, circling his tongue around the balls of his feet, licking up the arches, and then give a lick to each of his toes to finish. Scuddy was about walked out of Pirate's Cove when Foxy looked up to him and spoke "It was ye wasn't it." Scuddy had a shocked look and turned his head towards him. "Yer the new night watchman, aren't ye." Scuddy nodded. "That was kind fun, laddie. Why would they let a kiddy yer age to work here? "It's a long story, I'll explain later. I still got 4 more nights here, we can hang out and do stuff together." "Sound like fun, let's do it. Yahahar." They both said goodbye for the night and Scuddy left the cove leaving Foxy to go back relaxing. "This job isn't so bad." he then heard a sound behind him. "Oh really, sweetie?"

To be continued.....