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Slipper Worship

On cold winter mornings, I always like to treat myself with a nice bowl of hot chocolate while watching TV, and this day was no exception.

I woke up and put my slippers on, before heading towards the kitchen. Once arrived, I prepared a bowl and poured cocoa powder in it, before mixing it with a good amount of milk. Felines like milk after all, and lynxes like me were no exceptions. I poured just the perfect amount still, not too much, not too little. Then, I put the bowl into the microwave and set its timer to two minutes, that was usually enough to make the drink warm without being too hot. I looked down at the slippers that were covering my feet, large grey open toed wool slippers that covered my size 12 paws and spoke.

“Wakey wakey~” I playfully said while wiggling my left toes inside its corresponding footwear, pushing the top of the fabric with my dancing toes.

Anyone who stumbled upon this scene would think that I was crazy, and I would give it to them, they would be right. A guy talking to his footwear? That would surely raise a few questions. What they wouldn’t know though was that I wasn’t talking to the footwear, but to the person who was inside.

I felt a streak of fur brush my sensitive toe pads as I held a snicker from the tickling sensation. The entire body of the little critter I was holding in like a pebble in my shoes then rubbed itself against my entire foot. Being the same size as my foot length, every part of its body gently caressed their correspond part, from my heels to my toes.

“Someone’s eager today, huh?” I teased while grinding my toes on the little guy under them.

Yes, someone has been sleeping in my slipper for a few days now, and wouldn’t budge from its new home ever since, and it seemed to have taken a liking to my musky feet.

It was a few days ago, I was watching TV after a hard day of work when I saw this light grey silhouette run around the corner of the room. He hid behind the TV stand before I could do anything, and popped his head from its right, timidly looking at me. A light grey rat with light blue eyes, and a pink nose, tail and ears. I didn’t even know where he came from, maybe he was already in the house when I came home from work, or if he had somehow found a way to enter without my permission. I must admit, at first, I thought that it was a regular rodent, and was getting ready to throw it outside. I am a feline, but I don’t eat rats, nor do I kill them. As I got closer and closer, I realised that he was… Anthropomorphic, like me. I knelt down and gently approached a finger, charmed by the cute little creature. He shyly touched it, and as if a silent pact had been shared between us, I decided to let him hang around the house and took care of him like a pet.

Of course, I didn’t know about this foot fetish that he had, and that’s only when I felt him in the inside of my slipper when I pushed my feet in that I realised he had started sleeping there now that I had “Accepted” him. I thought I had hurt him at first, but then I felt rubs, kisses and licks assaulting my digits. I was surprised at first, but then I smiled.
“That little guy is an anthro, AND has a foot fetish like me as well? Boy am I going to spoil him…” I said to myself, as I spread my toes to lock the micro in place between two of them.

The buzzing of the microwave pulled me out of my daydreaming as I opened the door and grabbed the beverage with the tip of my fingers to not get burnt. As I started walking to the living room, I felt the budge under my soles get smushed under the mighty grasp of my creamy dark grey soles. I slowly felt the little guy getting buried into the wool mattress under my feet, pushing him further in with each new pression.

I sat down on the couch, giving one last push on the micro before a small break, as I was taking my first sip from the still fuming chocolate bowl. With my agile feet, I peeled the rodent off of its prison, and started moving the small body around and rolled it onto the tender flesh of my paws to my will, hearing muffled squeaks and moans from inside of the footwear, indicating that I was doing a good job. I really hoped he was enjoying it as much as I would have if I had the luck to be a micro like him…

I suddenly grew curious about how the smell actually was in there. I know my paws don’t tend to smell, or at least a faint natural foot scent, but I had been using these slippers for a few months now, there was no way sweat and musk hadn’t impregnated the fabric. I took my right slipper off and pushed my nose inside it, before giving it a nice, long whiff. It was potent, for sure. Almost unbearable for anyone who’s not into this kind of smell. The odour had turned warm and rancid in there, and the atmosphere in it was very humid.

“I really gotta clean them sometimes…” I said out loud without realising it.

Almost immediately, the rubbing and kissing stopped from under my sole, and as I looked down to see what was going on, the little rat poked his head out of my slipper, directly looking at me. It was funny to see how the morning light was blinding him for a few seconds during which he winced, before his eyes opened wide again. I looked at him with a puzzled stare for a few seconds, before the micro stuck out his tongue and lapped it against the side of my slipper. I finally understood.

“Oooh, you wanna clean them, don’t ya?” I teasingly asked with a smirk.

The rat vigorously nodded, his drooling tongue already sticking out from excitation. With a last toe wiggle rubbing the rat’s back, I removed my bare foot from the footwear, leaving the entirety of my slipper to him and only him.
“Here, they’re all yours. Now get to work~” I added.

My words seemed to have triggered the grey rodent’s libido immediately, as he started lapping and kissing the soft fabric from my slipper with an energy that I had only rarely seen. I blushed a bit, witnessing the luck the micro had to be fully experimenting with his fetish, and I must admit, I got a little bit turned on as well. That’s probably why I took the other slipper that I had already smell, and despite not being into footwear myself, tried giving it a lick.

The vinegar taste that assaulted my throat instantly made me moan in rhythm wit the rat’s barely audible squeaks. The sweat that I gathered with my tongue was moist and warm, a coarse and aggressive scent that, despite how potent it was, sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. I thought about the micro that was inside my other slipper, and how stronger the scent would probably be for him… I looked down to look at the hard worker who had already coated a big part of my slipper’s sole with his saliva, going back and forth from the heel area to the toe area.

He wouldn’t only lick, but also rub and kiss the area he was worshipping, in an overzealous chase of any sign of sweaty bids to consume, while his squeaks and moans definitely weren’t about to stop. I pushed my foot back into my slipper, just enough to lightly squeeze him between my big toe and the bottom of my footwear, as I started grinding my foot on the rodent to get him more and more excited, as my own pleasure was growing as well.

Eventually, the micro turned to his back and was ready to lick the inside of the curved bridge that would end up surrounding my toes had I put this slipper on. He applied the same attention to detail than with the footwear’s sole, and as I looked at him getting more and more invested into his work, his back arching up from the pleasure of licking the coarse and salty sweat my feet had left behind, I got an idea.

I crossed my legs and dangled my bare foot right above the little one’s face, scrunching and spreading my toes in a repeated manner.

“You make a very nice insole, you know?” I said as I poked his exposed forehead with my big toe. “I might let you clean these too if you do a good job~”

Reacting almost instantly, the rat blushed madly and as I was expecting, the motivation accelerated the rate of his licks as I was snickering from the effects my teasing provided. I gave the inside of my remaining slipper another lick, and as I expected, an immense sentiment of pleasure traversed my entire body, making me shiver in place as I moaned loudly.
I could tell the rat under me was having it way better than me. I imagined his tiny lungs getting filled from the amalgamation of dirt, sweat, musk and warmth that was assaulting his entire body with just one inhalation, while his head was getting frequently patted by my even warmer toes. His mind was probably clouded by the intensity of what my foot had to offer, and his brain was probably clouded by the musky fog that had unveiled around the slipper, now that the encrusted odours from months ago had been unearthed and flying right into his nostrils.

The interior cleaned, it was now time for the rat to clean the exterior, which, despite being less affected by the frequent wearing, still exhaled a potent vinegar fragrance. He scurried out from below the roof of wool and climbed onto its superior part, rubbing himself on the toes I had left dangling above him as he passed by. He didn’t forget to plant them a languorous kiss before proceeding to the cleaning, as I uncrossed my legs and gently rubbed its back while he was giving my slipper a tender cleaning.

Around forty minutes of passionate moans from both of us passed by as I was enjoying the service provided by the tiny rat as both a foot toy and a slipper cleaner. I put on TV and finished drinking my hot chocolate, which had cooled down before I got to take the first sip, too fascinated by the reactions my feet and slippers were causing to the micro at my service.

As time went by, I offered more and more pressure onto the rodent’s body, and soon enough, even though each sweaty bids and dirt remains had been wiped off from the surface of my footwear, The rat continued licking, kissing and rubbing its head against the mellow fabric in an endearing manner.

I squeezed the tiny body between my toes, and after a few seconds of rubbing its sides, I turned the micro rat on his back and looked at him with mischievous eyes. His entire fuzzy body was soaked with a mix of sweat, dirt and musk added to his own saliva, as it looked at me with eyes that still reeked of lust and a still sticking tongue, although the rodent’s throat had been completely dried out of its remaining drool. I lifted up foot and looked at the immaculate slipper of mine, which colour had become way lighter after the rat’s passage.

“Heh, you did quite good job here~” I complimented.

I then showed him the inside of my other slipper. Its inner sole was of the same darker grey colour than the other one had when it was uncleaned. Watching him with my piercing golden coloured eyes, I added :

“I suppose you’d like some leftovers? I left some for you~”

THE END

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