Today was just another simple weekend at Decibellion Den, and as usual, it was band
meeting day. They tried to make these gatherings a routine. Besides practicing a bit, they
reserved the late afternoon for ordering delivery and grabbing a bite. That afternoon, some
other friends joined them for a talk, played a few games, and watched some movies.

Later that same afternoon, after most had left, only you and Colt, the band's leader,
remained, asleep on the couch. He had his arms behind his head and legs stretched out,
one resting on top of the other. His messy hair, wrinkled tank top, and untied scarf on the
floor indicated that the afternoon had been quite eventful, and now he was exhausted.

In front of you, the image of the band's most energetic guy in a completely vulnerable
moment. Your eyes admired Colt's muscular arms, sturdy yet soft because of the hair. The
gentle sheen of his hair provided a comforting sensation. Something easily caught your
attention: your gaze slowly moved to Colt's legs and lingered on his feet. Those large,
relaxed stompers, one propped over the other, subtly moved with Colt's deep breaths,
causing his toes to curl delicately, almost as if enticing you naturally. And then, almost
automatically, you moved closer.

It wasn't the first time you had been this close to his feet. When you first met Colt, he himself
decided to use those stompers to test if you had talent in something beyond music. He liked you, and even though you weren't a rock master, Colt was willing to take advantage of that.
Since that day, you had the chance to worship those feet intensely, but that was in the past.
You never spoke of it again, and that secret remained between just you two.

With a strong sense of nostalgia, you realized this was the perfect opportunity to have a
quality moment with the band leader. That little secret was about to be revived as you stared
at those massive soles before you. The only thing keeping this idea in your mind was, 'If
we've done this before, maybe there's no harm in doing it again.'

You continued, reveling in those stompers. You felt the texture of the soles, a light and
pleasant fragrance. In response, Colt's toes curled with each of your movements. The gleam
of the claws was notable, showing how Colt even paid attention to the smallest details of his
hygiene. Those curved, sharp, and firm claws swayed along with his toes. Colt's toes were
soft, like gentle cushions, lightly rubbing against each other involuntarily.

With your mind entirely focused on those stompers, you couldn't think of anything else. It
didn't cross your mind that Colt might suspect something or the risk involved if he suddenly
woke up. You were so immersed in that moment that it couldn't be wasted. Colt seemed to
be in a deep sleep, showing no signs of being awake, which was kind of strange since
everyone said he snored when he slept.
A few minutes passed and everything was under control, until suddenly a low *flash* was
heard, followed by a bright light and a faint laugh from Colt:

"Hehehe... gotcha, shorty!"

You snap back to reality and see Colt holding his phone, laughing as he looks at the freshly
taken picture of you. He seemed surprised that he managed to get the perfect angle.

"Hey, shorty, haha! You couldn't forget it since the first time, huh? Honestly, I always thought
you took it personally, but... don't worry, all this attention is kinda comforting. Why do you
think I let you in the band?"

With a sarcastic tone, he acted as casually as possible. After all, he already knew you well.

"Dude, I didn't expect you to willingly give in like that... thought I'd have to ask sooner or
later. But this is SICK! Now that I know you're all about it, we won't have any trouble making
time to have some fun."

He could see your face clearly blushing with embarrassment. It was quite a surprise, and he
now had proof in his hands that he could use to tease you, now at his mercy.

"Awww dude, your expression is priceless. And looks like I'm a pretty good actor too... you
didn't even realize I was just pretending to be asleep?"

Despite revealing the plan, Colt couldn't resist the idea that you wouldn't resist those moves.
He noticed not only in you but in the little fans who occasionally showed up, showing their
"admiration."

"Yeah, buddy, you didn't think you could hide that from me for long, huh? But relax, what
happens in Decibellion Den, stays in Decibellion Den. Ohohoho, the band is gonna love
hearing about this. What do you say? Up for some collective fun?"

Colt wiggled his toes in front of you as you stood there speechless, unsure how to respond.
In his words, it didn't seem like a bad idea, except for the fact that the band had grown quite
a bit since you joined, and now your little secret would be spread and immortalized in the
band chat group.

"Well, I'll talk to them about it... Idiots thought I was bluffing the first time I tried to mention
this, but here's my proof, hehehe. Hey, by the way, shorty, mind carrying on with what you
were doing? Better get used to it, 'cause things are gonna start getting... interesting around
here."

He said while laughing softly, so, you better go back to work, it's not like it makes any more sense to hide this from your friends.

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Oh I didn't want to hold this drawing any longer, I decided to leave it here, so you can get to know a little more about this big boy. Each day these perspectives are giving more positive results, at least I hope so, I tried to work on old sketches and some references that you recommended. Thanks for your support guys, I'm looking forward to bringing you some more drawings.