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Mira didn't hear the call the first time. It wasn't that she was particularly avoiding her phone, but she was snapping a few selfies and writing notes about the beach today, she was sure she'd get a few compliments about how the light shined in her sunflower yellow fur.

The second time she got the call she practically sprinted into the house, swiped up the phone and said, nearly out of breath "Hi! Sorry I totally missed your first call, I was out doing the beach thing and-"

A smooth, cool voice on the other end of the line chuckled. "It's okay Mira, I know, how's the beach doing? I'll have to check your blog huh?"

"Oh yeah! It'll be up in an hour, you really should come down and visit me in person some time! Seriously I get lonely around here Saleeo."

Saleeo chuckled and her tongue clicked softly. "You know, I think I might soon, but I saw something today and I just can't help telling you, for your blog if nothing else."

"Oh really? Like another beach or-"

"Like a going out of business sale for a really, really odd place."

Mira felt her jaw shift slightly and her eyebrows raise, green eyes seeming to glimmer. "Really now?"

"Oh yeah, supposedly it's got a lot of stuff you can't find anywhere else. It's kind of a shame they're on the way out really, but hey their loss is your gain right?"

Mira chewed a little on the inside of her lip, her too-pink tongue running along her muzzle's chops. "You know, I think so, thanks so much for letting me know."

"No problem Mira, any time."

They chatted a little more about weather and life while Mira finished up her article and all but sprinted out to her little top-down, second hand sports car. It turned over on the first try and she glided out of her drive with a smirk at her stilted, beach-wood exterior hiding her cozy little two level dream house inside.

In short, for Mira, life was good.

She pulled a pair of candy red sunglasses over her eyes and wore a pretty minimal matching bikini. The drive wasn't too long. The place was off a major highway but didn't even have a sign. She probably could have walked there if she made a day of it. As her friend said, a shame really.

The front door opened into what seemed to be a fairly traditional store layout: wooden shelves, slightly creaky paneling that clunked against Mira's shoes, the only music was a radio behind the front desk, tended to by a single, snow white bunny, a few studs in her left eyebrow and snakebite piercings in her lower lip.

"Looking for something?"

"Sure, got any beach wear?"

The rabbit's smooth, red eyes lifted from a shelf she seemed to be scanning over to her. Her ears seemed to perk slightly. "Oh, uh, yeah, definitely, right this way."

Mira felt a little smile creep onto her muzzle, scanning down past the bunny's dress shirt to her pants, teardrop tail fluffing white over her rear. Her paws were bare, padding softly and seeming to take their time embracing the wood with wide soles, almost dainty steps allowing the toes to curl slightly every panel or so. Mira bit her cheek. Why paws, of all the weird things she could have liked?

"Right here: bathing suits, lotions, there's a few imported pool toys I could show you-"

"Uh, thank you, I think I'll just take a look on my own."

The rabbit turned to her and nodded, her lip piercings wobbling slightly. "No problem, just let me know if you need anything."

She smiled brightly and stepped in a little close, one hand reaching up to rest on her shoulder. She could detect just the slightest pink on her cheeks. "Thank you so much, I most certainly will."

The rabbit kept blushing softly and all but ran away, her eyes trailing on those large footsteps before she huffed slightly and glanced over the shelf. Nothing caught her eye at first... until she saw the prices: just a few bucks, some things marked to nearly eighty percent off. She grabbed a lotion that promised to make her shine in one hand and the other a little curio of what looked like a Hawaiian mask or totem. Mira even found a little hair clip that would match her eyes, an emerald green flower that made her smile.

Then she spotted them. How had it never occurred to her before? She never really wore terribly much except for shoes when she wasn't on the beach. It was always a bit of a bother, not that she hated clothes or covering up a little. But then padding around with her paws on display felt so... freeing. It wasn't a big thing but, then, for Mira, life rarely is.

The flip flops were smooth, slightly squishy, not just rubber but almost seeming padded. She turned them over and noted they were slightly translucent, just shimmering gently with the store's quaint little incandescent bulbs. They looked to be just about her size, but the key to them wasn't size or even appearance. Like many things in Mira's life, it was about comfort.

She slipped off her shoes and the warm, striped green and black socks she wore on the lengthy paws, one of the features she was most proud about when it came to her body. She splayed her toes and wiggled them slightly before slipping them on.

She practically jumped as her toes sank into the material. Then she sighed and shuddered slightly and glanced left and right in the aisle. This was the most comfortable footwear she'd ever put on: her paws seemed to sink straight into the material and feel warm and cushioned, smooth with each little grip of her toes.

She frowned as she slipped them off and put her shoes back on, but she was seriously concerned she wouldn't have been able to pay if she had them on. Like a fugitive her eyes shifted back and forth and she nearly did a diving tackle to the front counter, her ears perked almost dangerously. The white bunny nearly hit the ceiling from the noise, ears twitching like radar dishes as the fox nearly growled at her:

"I need these, and maybe like their manufacturer or something."

"Okay! Hey no problem it's first come first serve!"

Mira realized her nails had nearly sunk into the bunny's wrist and she gently released and cleared her throat as though to brush off the Mira that had nearly gone feral on, as far as she knew, the store's sole employee.

"And the rest too?"

"Oh, uh, yes, yeah, that's fine."

"Okay, that'll be... Five."

"Hundred?!"

"Uh... No, five, dollars, five dollars, total."

Mira blinked and pulled her wallet from her purse, sighing softly. She wondered for a moment if she might have actually paid that amount. She slipped the rabbit a five. The latter was glancing over her purchases and frowned. "What?"

The rabbit flinched and Mira felt her own face twitch in sympathy. "Uh, well, you're sure that's all? I mean the rest of the store is still open and the sale's still going."

"Well, no, not unless you've got anymore beach stuff that's..." She almost said 'as good on my paws,' "uh, like these."

The rabbit actually furrowed her studded brows and turned to draw out a little paper list. "Well, we do have a few items that are at the new location-"

"New location?"

"Yeah... Okay just between you and me, we're not so much 'going out of buisness' as... Well letting the lease expire and re-branding ourselves somewhere else. There have been a couple... complaints filed. Uh..." The rabbit glanced to the left and right for a moment as though expecting someone in uniform to call her the 'culprit,' "This isn't exactly a normal store you see, our suppliers only deal in.. unusual wares, some customers aren't really prepared for-"

Mira waved her hand and the rabbit's jaw nearly clicked shut. "Unusual, eccentric, got it, what are you saying?"

"How about I just send you a sample box? It's ten bucks and you can cancel your subscription-"

Mira slipped the ten into her palm and shook her head. "Done, I'm sold, when can I expect it?"

"Sometime in the next month at most! Just, uh, I need your address and... umm... phone number, just for the package of course I respect your right to-"

Mira leaned in a little closer, her muzzle crawling up into a smirk as she found one of her blogging business cards and slipped it neatly into the bunny's shirt pocket. "Call me, and..." Mira could feel herself dying a little bit on the inside but she had to say it just to test the waters: "bring those big, cute paws with you."

The bunny's eyes widened and the bright red irises dilated, her face flush as Mira could hear a quiet, regular thump on the paneling below the counter. Mira smiled with a little blink as she slipped through the front door: that answered that question.

Mira made it to her car and sat staring at the little bag. A few nick-knacks, a mystery box she would review for her blog in 'some time soon,' and those sole-warmingly, pad-squishingly, toe-curlingly wonderful flip flops. She slides her shoes and socks off in one go, tossing them into the passenger side seat while she curls her toes in anticipation, sliding the sandals on and-

She lets out a long sigh, her eyes rolling back for a moment as her toes simply squish into the material. She perks up right after that and glances around.

"Not here, home, home Mira, jeeze what's gotten into you."

She squirms as her paw touches the accelerator. The soft rumbling traveling up her leg was... actually distracting, it seemed like her paws were more sensitive somehow, but they'd always been pretty sensitive to her in the first place. She frowned as she thought about it. Maybe she'd been wearing the wrong kind of shoe this entire time.

When she finally made it home she actually sighed with relief. It hadn't lessened at all, in fact the engine humming seemed to get worse as she drove. She shook her head and stepped straight out onto the pavement of her driveway.

Her knees wobbled and her arms kind of did this chicken-wing where she had to hold onto her bags and maintain her balance at the same time. She gasped and stared down at her paws. She felt an unusual throb between her legs, one she hadn't in a long time.

"Oh g-gosh, I didn't think they were th-that good."

She huffs and rubs between her legs softly and sets her things on her table as soon as she makes it inside. She didn't own a TV, so the living room had a large, spacious window that let light in from the beach, perfect for sunsets, smooth carpet and a few chairs. She did have a large monitor for her laptop to plug into for typing but it was in a corner. Her shoes were at the front door and she didn't even take the time with the other things she'd bought: she huffed and sank into her chair and inspected the damage.

Her bikini came away slightly moist.

She huffed and stared down the spot and felt her lower lip wiggle slightly as she ran the pad of her palm over her smooth sex. She bit into the side of her muzzle and stared down at the flip flops.

Her toes seemed to sink into the material slightly, but other than that they were no different from when she'd first put them on. Which amazed her: they felt like finely tuned pressure sensors that sent her data in pleasure. She sighed and spread her toes and watched as her lower paw pads actually sank into the material slightly, little shaky charges shooting up her ankles and making her shudder again.

She sat up and sighed to herself.

"Okay Mira, now is a good a time as any, just admit it to yourself, no one else is going to hear you...." She drew a deep breath and let it burst out of her: "I like paws! There, I said it! Got it off my chest, and... and that's okay!"

She froze up slightly, almost as though she expected the normal police to arrive and throw her in jail for being some kind of deviant.

"It was just a fluke, I'm fine, I can just slip them off and... and..." The more she considered drawing her paws out of them the more she found herself enjoying the way her paws sank into the material, her heel grinding gently and her eyes lifting softly as she felt little tingles arcing between her lower lips.

She huffed and stood up and as the weight came down she felt a little tremor in her knees and heat blossoming at her cheeks. She was determined though: she would go get her laptop and type this up if it killed her. Her resolve seemed like iron...

...Until it melted about halfway up the stairs, her paws sinking in and coming up again, sinking in and coming up, sinking in and, straight through her legs, paws tingling and her sex squishing. Her knees were on the stairs and she was panting softly. She was gasping and felt like her legs were made of sandcastles, tide moving in rather quickly. She huffed and took a few more steps but the pleasure throbbing through her was too much, it was like her paws had become their own sex organs.

She stood for a while and it seemed to lessen slightly, but bringing her weight off of one was like coming out of a good stretch, like corpse pose in that yoga class she was doing for a little while. Then bringing her weight down on the step brought it all back, her knee wobbling under her and her fur prickling. Pushing down on the step with her leg brought her poor sex to squeeze hard on her sanity as she brought the other leg up, and down again, and felt her sex spasm. She gasped as she felt fluids rather helplessly dribbling down her thighs. She huffed and did her best to slide down the stairs without disturbing them more, leaving a very small trail behind her.

"F-f-fuck, alright, okay, just, do something else, there are a few articles that auto-post ready for this kind of situation anyway, no problem." She sighed and panted and glanced around her house. It wasn't messy per se. She loved her house, but it was where she slept, sometimes ate, and wrote about her life.

She felt like she had to change the place up a little. Maybe take some photos of the interior just to show her followers. And then she'd-

The first step shattered her plans. Her body shivered and she just resolved to take out her trash. The weight pressing on her soles from picking up the bag pushed her down into the floor and made her toes squirm, her heels rubbing and her soles impossibly stimulated. There had to be something wrong with her. Or her flip flops, but the idea of taking them off sounded about as appealing as pulling out her claws.

She made it to the front door, the whole way nearly panting as she put the bag into her outdoor trash can for pick up. She turned back and took a few more steps inside and nearly whimpered as she slid against the door with her shoulders, but the shift in weight made her nearly drop to the floor. She groaned and tried to stay standing but it blew through her again, seeming to almost grab her by the core between her legs and drag her down, maker her weak as every little squish and wiggle into what felt like the soft tongues.

Mira somehow ended up making it upstairs, though as she did she felt none of the pleasure abate, her sex spasming. She felt the almost familar charge of an orgasm in one step that nearly had her on the floor and the step to catch her sent another, pushing her further, her legs locking up for a few seconds as she stood holding the railing in her precarious balance.

When she finally regained some kind of bearings, to her own room it was dark out. The only thing she could think was bed. Somehow she made it up the stairs when her paws pressing up and down on the flip flops, in the middle of afterglow as she rubbed between her legs, wiping away the squishing moistness. She huffed and nearly fell into bed, tore off her top and decided she couldn't go anywhere else. Her heart rate finally slowed down and the pleasure started to fade.

She did feel tired, her tail even drooped the way it had since she'd been a child. She felt like the day was a little wasted, but she huffed and tried to relax, tried not to think about the warm, smooth, pliable flip flops on her paws. She realized her train of thought wasn't really helping.

Then again, her life was something of a vacation, no need for everything to go straight to her public right? As fun as it all was, there were a few things that were very distinctly her time, shared with nobody else... yet.

"J-just once, just once tonight and I'll be able to sleep."

Her hands automatically slipped between her legs and she found herself rubbing around the smooth entrance. It almost felt sore, but she could immediately feel moistness on her lips. She tried to think of the last time she'd done anything and the days passed into months in her mind. She plied into those eraser pink lips and teased at the similarly hued folds, biting at her lip as she felt her toes curl and-

"Oh!"

Mira gasped and panted, her feet pushing into the end of the bed and stretching her paws over the foot of it. She caught a glimpse of the soft paw pads pressing into the squishy material. Her toes curl and grasp at the end of the flip flop before sliding off, claws raking.

"Ooh!"

She squirmed her toes and the bed seemed to shudder as though she'd kicked it, she felt the bed shake under her and her claws dragged into the sheets as she could feel herself starting to give into the pleasure, one hand hooking her finger firmly into her sex and stretching her lips, her hands spreading so she could perfectly cup her groin, twisting her fingers deeper into her own sex. She didn't pause and didn't start with just one, sliding in her middle and forefinger up to the knuckle and-

"G-gaaah! Oh g-gosh!"

She felt her own fluids squishing into her sex, the orgasm ripping through her. At the same time her paws clenching into her flip flops, wriggling as the flesh started to flow into the warm, smooth surface of the sandals. She huffs as she feels her toes actually pulling at the material as she tries to squirm and curl them. It's like they're pasted onto each other, but for the soft mixing of flesh and rubbery material where the paws and sandals meet.

Mira is huffing, panting an grasping into her bright pink slit, her legs splaying out and straightening as more fingers slipped inside, nearly twisting her own sex with a yowl as she can't seem to stop herself. Her thumb buries itself up against what feels to her like a penny sized clit. She's soaked but she dare not stand up, just squishing and rubbing and tensing and-

"G-guuhh! F-fuck!"

Another sharp orgasm writhes through her like a snake through water. Her paws stretch and twitch and this time the 'flesh' of the flip flops do too, modeling in the wrinkly treads an almost perfect outline of her heels and the balls of her feet. Her toes didn't twitch so much as squelch down onto her paw pads. Her claws seemed to have disappeared into the material, the toes more like long tubes mixed between flesh and gel rubber.

Soon she wasn't even touching herself, her toes were squirming and warping the flattened soles. Her knees slide up and midway into drawing her feet back toward her rear she gasped out and shuddered as her sheets actually became damp from her own cum, another orgasm.

"Oooohh! Wh-wha?!"

She tried to make sense of things as her body had just orgasmed in the midst of her afterglow. As she was reeling from having cum totally hands free, she hardly noticed the smooth bulges of her paw pads stretching under the smooth, nearly uniform flat tops of her paws, just the smooth impressions of toes and joints. The bends of her arches stretched out, flowing like a liquid into the shape. Her paws were totally furless, ankles nearly so, with a slight translucence that was bleeding the color out of her paws from the toes up.

She spent some time just recovering, her muzzle ruffling her chest rising and falling. She lapped at her lips before she tried to sit up and get her bearings. As she did her paws jammed into each other, making her immediately straighten her legs out and make pathetic, whining sounds as another orgasm made her sex lips tense down on the air, her folds squelching and her fingers trying to grasp at her sex, barely believing she'd come again. She felt another sharp orgasm but couldn't do more than sigh out a-

"Ooohhhnnn..."

She huffed and the squishing as her fingers found her sore sex lips was matched by a similar squelching and strange, almost latex sounds as her feet finally flattened. The shapes of her paws were almost entirely gone, just the outline as though stamped straight from a factory. The afterglow seemed to filter through the flattened shapes and the gleaming, pinkish paw pads resting where her toes should have been. She wiggled her flip flops as her eyes were nearly in the back of her head. They squirmed and twitched and she panted, lost in a mix of afterglow with sharp peaks and drops, all without touching herself.

When she seemed to finally get her bearings, out of the haze of pleasure, out of the countless orgasms, she could see the light starting to peak over the horizon. She stared into the light uncomprehendingly. She blinked and slumped down onto the bed, the blue shining flip flops wiggled, the heels nearly sliding off of the bed. Her smooth, yellow body ended up curling onto one side just in time for her eyes to scan dully over the six thirty AM on the little black clock on her end table. Her breath flowed out of her and her consciousness with it.

Mira's eyes fluttered. It was warm, bright, the sun playing over her yellow fur. She glanced out at the ocean, expecting to see the 'photo hour' of sunrise.

No such luck. It was mid-day. The clock read two PM.

"Wha... what happened?"

She sat up and brought her paws around to the side of the bed, sliding down and trying to stand up.

As soon as she pushed off of the bed, the weight coming down onto her paws, she yipped and fell back onto the bed.

She swallowed softly and leaned over the edge of the bed.

She saw her 'paws.' She gasped and started breathing so quickly, whimpering softly as she saw not her paws, but flip flops. They had the same smooth, slightly squishy surface as they'd had before she put them on, only now she could see her own paw pads, now smooth and blue with a very light, artificial pinkish tone glaring up at her. She whined and tried to move her toes, but she gasped and bit down a scream as pleasure rocketed up from her flip flops while she watched them bend, stretching around her pads and warping as though at the command of muscles and bone.

"Wh-what's h-happening to m-me?!"

She gasped and groaned as she watched her new flip flop paws wiggle and the central pad bulge out at her as she squirmed them. She brought her left paw up to her knee and watched the treads scrunch, like the normal lines of a sole as she tried to calm down and control her breathing.

This went out the window when her fingers actually grabbed her paw.

She yipped out, her leg locking up and her fingers clenching down hard. She felt fluid practically explode between her legs and she flopped back in one movement, blackness overtaking her.

Unlike Mira's previous direct flight to the unconscious mind, the clock only read two thirty when she woke up, still PM. She huffed and stared at the ceiling a little longer but supposed she might still have been half asleep. She took a moment to breathe gently, then sat up again.

As soon as she did she got to witness her flip flop paw sinking back, like an overstretched gummy. Even the flesh of her paw pads shrank back into their usual shapes. For a second she swore she had a few extra inches on her paw, watching the smooth, flat surface twitch slightly as she bit her lower lip.

Mira sighed and the heat prickled. She didn't dare go for her paws, but her hand touched at the flesh of her ankle and she felt the odd, slightly squishy sensation as her flesh became a smooth gradient between normal skin and the light, clear blue substance. As she touched her paws wiggled slightly, making her cringe from the pleasure and the sheer weirdness of watching the sandals warp, her own paw pads staring up at her and spreading as the sandals flexed fluidly.

She stared for the longest time, just her heartbeat pulsing in her ears and the gentle waves outside filling the room.

Then her stomach growled.

She bit down on her lip again.

"Okay, okay, I can do this, okay, no problem, just, carefully- Aaahhh!"

She kept up her hiss as she brought her weight down slowly. It wasn't painful at all. Somehow the smooth, squishy new paws of her actually supported her weight very well, but as soon as she did she felt her knees going weak again, her thoughts fogging slightly and her paw drifting to her legs.

"Huuuhhh, s-slowly, just d-down the s-stairs."

She inches her way, tread over tread, each step causing her flip flop paws to bend slightly, making her growl and groan as she keeps standing. She barely manages to slide out into the hall when she feels like she can't take it anymore.

"Alright, okay, alright, just, faster, just do it real quick and Ah! Oh! Oh shhhuuhhhh..."

Mira managed three steps at her normal pace, made it to the top of the stairs and then felt her sex quiver and her thoughts blast out of her head again in a tight orgasm. She felt her knee wavering and she clasped her fingers tight around the railing for the stairs, leaning hard and panting as the rest of her seemed to want to turn to goo. She could feel the warm stickiness, hear herself squishing and dripping her sexual fluids between her legs.

She had to stop panting, had to make it downstairs. Mira stood there for far too long, minutes seeming to tick by in the spaces of her heartbeats. She couldn't help another whimper as she tried another step.

Her new paw didn't slip, but her knee gave under her and she went down the remaining flight of stairs in almost one go. If it weren't for the railing she might have fallen on her face.

"Aaaaah! Oh!"

She felt herself actually dripping between her legs. While not the first time she'd ever heard of the idea, this was definitely her first time experiencing such sloppy after effects of an orgasm, hands free. She huffed and felt her stomach growl, making her fidget in this sort of half-crouch.

When she finally manages to stand, her ideas of what she's going to do start at 'a decent salad' and quickly evaporate in the pleasure throbbing up from the floor through her legs. She bit her lip down and thought through it and managed to get 'sandwich' into her head. She slathers some peanut butter with some strawberry preserves.

She would have laughed at it normally. How could she be so bad to make a kiddie sandwich look lazy?

As long as she didn't move too much, she could kind of calm down and allow the slow smoldering of her sex to die down. The sandwich isn't awful, PB and J might have been just what she needed, something straightforward and familiar.

Familiar. She wasn't sure why but she thought, maybe, if someone could help her, understand what's happening, it would be someone she knew. Saleeo did send her there.

She had the sandwich half finished by the time she worked up the nerve to grab the phone and thumb the redial on her screen.

"Hey Mira, did you manage to make it to the store? I heard they were still open but I didn't see you post-"

"Yeah, I got some stuff, and... uh... I uh... I dunno how to explain this."

Saleeo paused on the other end of the line. Thankfully for her, Mira couldn't detect the slight twist of a smile on her voice. "Oh really? Has something happened?"

"Uh... Well... Yeah... Do you think you could come over? I dunno who else I could tell this about and, well, you've been there before so you know how this stuff works right?"

"Yeah, no problem at all Mira, just stay relaxed and I'll be right there, we'll figure it out together."

Mira thanked her and thumbed the screen, her smart phone left to blink on the table, lighthouse to her sanity. She huffed as she tried not to move too much. She couldn't stay sitting for long though. Her legs were starting to feel restless. She probably hadn't sat still without writing in so long she had no idea what to do with herself. She tried to stand up, her legs quivered and she felt warmth building, humming from her former toes.

She didn't seem to feel the time passing as she looked through her phone. Every few seconds it seemed like she would scrawl across a photo involving flip flops, paws or both. She bit her lip as she could feel herself growing a little warmer, more moist, squirming as her legs crossed and the sandals touched each other, the soft grip of treads working over her now upward faced pads. She cringed and her legs came together. She was in a chair, not even particularly doing anything and her paws were still holding her prisoner, the tension between her legs already tightened like a rubber band.

She firmly resolved not to touch herself, even as her fingers sank into the fur of her thigh. She clenched down until she could nearly feel the claws poking into her flesh and she gritted her muzzle, a low whimper as she brought her hand back up to cradle her phone. Unconsciously, she was pushing her treads into the floor in front of her, the heels curved up as she felt them subconsciously scrunch.

The clock on her phone read at least an hour since Mira had called Saleeo. What was she doing? She couldn't imagine it would take her too long to get here. Her legs betrayed her as they nudged into the chair legs and her muzzle opened to pant. It was torture. Every fiber of her being was telling her to dive between her legs like she had last night and soak herself. She could still feel the soft soreness there, tender and smooth and aching to be turned an even darker shade of pink.

When the door bell rang Mira nearly jumped. "Oh thank god."

Forgetting herself for a moment she hopped up. She bit her lip and the air hissed out of her muzzle. "S-Sah... S-Saleeo!"

The voice on the other side of the door was muzzled, but it had her particular timber. The fox practically ran to the door, but then paused. She barely believed the state of her paws herself, how would she hope for her friend to react? She stood to one side of the rather large double doors, leaning as much as she could to hide her paws as she yanked them open.

She also had to strain her neck slightly. This was, in fact, the first time she'd ever seen Saleeo in person, until then having worked off of a web-cam and having spoken over the phone. While she thought she had a good idea of what Saleeo may have looked like, the floor-groaningly large size was not something Mira had expected. Saleeo herself had to crouch just to get into the door. Mira's eyes widened as she saw the large, smooth paws in front of her, seemingly almost the size of her own legs as they squish the ground in front of her.

Saleeo stood there, a smooth smile on her face. She wore a few, minimal things: a bikini top Mira had sent her in the mail a few months ago, a stark black to match what she now saw were the pure, black, lined marks that curved from collar bone to nipple, a pair branching off from nipple to her lower ribcage. Her fur was a brilliant, healthy white, her ears stretched out of raven shaded hair and her toes on the ends of her digitigrade paws flanked by black columns. She had thigh markings that always reminded Mira of spears, pointed toward the knees, with what might have been art deco lines like a fleur de lis. Mira sighed.

"Well, you're looking nice, if a bit under dressed. Um... Any particular reason you're leaning like that?"

Mira huffed in response. "S-sorry it's just, you're so big! I mean, wow umm..." She'd totally forgotten to put anything on in the lusty haze between the bed and the ground floor. "Uh, well, I uh... I have... a problem... umm..." Words having failed her, Mira stepped out from behind the door, her yellow cheeks turning bright pink and she nearly groaned as her paw slapped on the carpet below her.

Saleeo's eyes widened. She crouched a little lower, nearly on her knees as she stared at Mira's paws. Her muzzle fell open. "M-Mira! What... What happened to your-"

"I don't know! I... I went to that store and I bought these flip flops and they... they felt so good, too good! I... I wore them to bed and..."

Saleeo could seem to read the rest on Mira's face. Her hand came down to rest on Mira's shoulders, the thumb and forefinger patting her on either side of her neck. "Hey, it's okay, how about we just head inside to your couch and I take a closer look, okay?"

Mira blinked and thought about it for a second but she nodded. "I umm... I d-don't want to... c-could you carry me there?"

Saleeo nodded softly and picked her up, holding Mira in her hands easily, fingers wrapped around the yellow vixen's waist and gently shuffling inside until she could sort of crouch walk her way to the couch. She gently placed Mira on one end of the couch and sat on the other.

"Alright, let's see here, I'll just start with your right and see what I can find out."

Her large fingers clasped on Mira's paw, the fingers rubbing over the paw pads. Mira feels her voice rising up to a squeak as her twelve foot tall friend carefully kneads her thumbs into the treads. Mira's left flip flop scrunches hard and she can feel her heat build, she pants and feels the wetness and the pleasure radiating between her legs, flowing through her and she knows her friend's touch has made her orgasm. Mira's eyes roll back into her head and Saleeo feels a little twitch of a smile on her muzzle.

"Ssshhnuuh."

"What's that Mira? Is everything feeling okay?"

As she said this Saleeo tugged gingerly on either side of the flip flop, feeling the smooth, rubbery flesh stretch with a squeaking rubber sound. Mira huffed another warm breath out as she felt the pleasure tingle and her leg twitch, growing more tense and then wetness again. Mira had never experienced multiple orgasms before this, but she lapped at her own tongue as the words 'stop' seemed to have fled straight out of her head.

Saleeo is grinning as she keeps tugging and pulling at the sandal, seeming to tease the new 'flesh' apart as it stretches up against the cushions. Without her touch it might have simply snapped back like a rubber band, but continuing to pull allowed the treads to catch up, just as thick and with the same slightly glowing translucence through their surface. Every new inch was making Mira writhe, her body totally out of her control as she felt wetness seeping out of her slit again. Her claws rent into her own couch cushions and her free paw had nearly curled entirely on itself when she gasped and nearly screamed out another after glow laden sexual charge. The larger fur smiled as she pulled until the thong snapped. The sudden release of tension made Mira instantly tense up again, her right leg totally locked in Saleeo's grasp, her left pushing against the marks in Saleeo's thigh.

Mira felt the fur fluff there and her whole body was starting to blush pink as large, delicate fingers started to pull upward, stretching her sole in length, the poor treads warping and her abused paw pads groaning and creaking as she gasped and her own fingers went straight to her nipples, rubbing and hoping to draw attention away from her paws. They where hard as diamond and she wasn't at all surprised, barely able to touch them before she felt her tension releasing again. She wasn't sure if this was another orgasm or if had never stopped being the first. She groaned and tried to speak but her claws went everywhere, her vision useless and her muzzle held open in a perpetual whine.

When the pleasure finally stopped, Mira could only sit and pant for what seemed like an hour, the afterglow taking nearly as long to fade from her system. When she raised her head she saw the state of her right paw.

"Aaaah! Oh g-gosh! S-saleeo wha-what did you... It's, it's like a blanket now!" The flip flop's thong had broken. Her paw was just a bit wider than the couch cushions, rolled over Saleeo's lap and entirely obscuring the marks on her thighs. The material was stretched her own paw pads which bulged nearly the size of a pillow. She watched it run over the end of the couch, scrunching somewhere on the floor. When she tried to move it the whole thing sort of wiggled like a thick, overcooked noodle.

Saleeo purses her lips slightly and tilts her head with a gentle shrug. "Well, I didn't hear you say stop. In fact, it rather seemed like you were enjoying it quite a bit."

Mira feels a huff fluffing the fur of her breasts as her cheeks were more pink than yellow. She kept trying to think of the words to deny it but she couldn't. Saleeo's little apologetic look twisted ever so gently at the corner of her lips before glistening into a full toothed smile.

"I think... Maybe you might like it if we tried a little more with this? Though... I think you might want to consider moving it to the bed room, just a thought, I mean, if you don't like it of course maybe we could just..."

Saleeo trailed off as the vixen nodded, biting into her lower lip under her friend's gaze. Saleeo's smile widened. "Good, very good, I love to help my friends," the words she left missing from that sentence were 'and my toys.'

Saleeo collected the little fox in her hands, gently drawing the warm, stretchy, translucent material up to the vixen's muzzle and wrapped it tightly around her like a cocoon, leaving the vixen with just enough room to feel slightly tight, making her squirm and tease her own paw while she whimpered. Being picked up made her sigh and blush as Saleeo slipped her way up the stairs, managing to squeeze into the bedroom door and drawing it closed with a barely restrained chuckle.