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"But what's the worst thing?" asked Ruby, itching the dark spot of fur around her left eye. She huddled into the corner of the sofa and waited for the beaver to speak.

Alison rubbed her bloodshot eyes and sniffled. "She always tracks shit into the house. Especially when she's fucked up on drugs after a rave or some crap. Like, I'm fine with her going to raves, that's her call, but her feet are disgusting!"

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A couple of months ago, Ruby the field mouse and Alison the brown beaver figured they'd look for a roommate to help make ends meet, a fateful decision that brought the roommate from hell, Iris, into their lives.

The first couple of weeks, the skunk with glowing yellow fur and white countershading was an absolute sweetheart: she cleaned the dishes, mopped the two-bedroom apartment when she had to, and paid her fair share of rent. But after that, things took a turn for the worse ...

Iris would bring over a rotating cast of lovers in the wee hours of the morning and proceed to have the loudest, most obnoxious orgasms, jolting her roommates out of much-needed sleep.

While Alison and Ruby busted their fuzzy butts to keep the house from turning into a pigsty, Iris, with her dirty paws up on the sofa, would be in a secret chat, negotiating the entry fee to the latest underground rave with some shifty character with an obviously fake profile picture.

But the one thing that drove Alison and Ruby up the wall--the catalyst for many a screaming match--was Iris's penchant for leaving gross-ass footprints everywhere, especially after stumbling home from a late-night rave. Once, she even managed to break a glow stick as she got home, spilling the chemical all over the foyer carpet. When the landlord caught wind of what had happened and saw the trail of three-toed fluorescent footprints going from the front door all the way to Iris's room, he threw a shitfit. "Either she gets her act together, or all three of you are out of here! This shit'll set me back at least a thousand bucks. A fucking glow stick ... Do you have any idea how hard that shit is to get out of the carpet?! Jeez!"

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"I know, right? I just wish we could talk some sense into her," said Ruby, getting up and giving her back a good stretch. "But all she does is bitch and moan whenever we bring it up."

"You know what?" Alison sprang to her feet and balled up her fists. "I don't care what time it is; why don't we go into her room right now and give her a piece of our mind? Because I for one don't want to get evicted because she can't get her shit together."

"Yeah, for real, screw her." Ruby marched towards the raver's room. "It's now or never."

In the darkness, where the bed would be, a faintly neon yellow bioluminescent mass interspersed with streaks of black rose and fell.

"Are you kidding me?" rasped Alison over Iris's snores. "She's fucking sleeping?!"

"I dunno if I want to wake her up. She gets cranky as all hell."

"Yeah, you're right." Alison sighed and slapped the light switch--sure enough, Iris was in bed, sprawled out and on her tummy, almost surely deep in the REM phase of sleep, much to the chagrin of her roommates.

The beaver and the mouse, eyes red from sleep deprivation and anger, stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed in front of their chests.

"Seriously, look at this," said Ruby, motioning towards Iris's paw, sticking out from under the covers. "Isn't the bottom of her foot supposed to be white? Like her palms? But it's all gross and gray. I'm not asking her to be a neat freak, but goddamnit, what is this stuff, even?" With the upper half of her face gnarled into a frown, Ruby, with the tip of her index finger, rubbed some of the gunk off Iris's sole.

The skunk, still asleep, smiled and snickered. She pulled her foot in under the blanket.

"Great, she's even laughing at us in her sleep. That's just fan-fucking-tastic." Ruby growled in disgust and tried to flick the crud off her finger.

"Oh, no." She turned to face Ruby with a noticeable glow in her eyes. "I don't think that's why she laughed."

The field mouse scratched at her cheek. "What do you mean?"

The seed of a brilliant idea blossomed and bloomed in Alison's head. "I know what to do. It's foolproof. We're gonna get Iris here on the straight and narrow. I just need some stuff from our room," she said to her companion with a crisp nod.

"I don't know what you mean," said Ruby, the gunk finally flying off the tip of her finger in a parabolic trajectory to end up smacking the sleeping skunk right on the nose. "But it sounds promising. Honestly, I'm willing to give anything a go."

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The second Iris returned from the land of the sleeping, she coughed a couple of times and stretched. "Guess the blanket must have fallen off in my sleep," she thought, eyes still closed, the room's cool air nipping at her entire body. When she tried to move her arm to retrieve the covers, however, her heart skipped a beat. "What the fuck?" Iris's fatigue and grogginess disappeared the instant her chains tinkled and clinked, chains that fastened her wrists to the posts that flanked the headboard.

"Up and atom, Iris!" chirped Alison. A small knapsack hung from her right shoulder and jostled back and forth as she stepped into the room. "Like your new bling?"

"Did you do this?" asked Iris, looking down at her own body; the skunk, from head to dirty foot bottoms, was butt naked. "Did you do this?! Oh, you better let me out of this in less than a hot minute!" The Velcro around the skunk's wrists crinkled as she balled up her fists.

"All in due time," said Ruby, hot on Alison's heels. "First, we have to negotiate, because you've been cramping our style."

As Ruby and Alison sat on the bed next to each of her bare hind paws--also helplessly strapped to the foot posts--she said, "Oh, get over yourselves! You're always riding my ass because your lives suck! Just get out of the house one of these days and get laid! Party a bit!"

"Nah, that isn't the reason," clarified Alison, reaching over and playing with Iris's yellow rain droplet belly button piercing. "It's because you keep us awake with all those guys you bring to the house, because you blast music at the most insane hours. And what about these feet, hmmmm? You're always leaving your gross pawprints all over the place!"

"Yeah, whatever," said Iris with a hitch in her voice, scowling, sucking her tummy in when Alison's claw got too close to her navel. "Look, I get home super late sometimes, all right? That's 'cause I got shit to do unlike you two. I sometimes forget to clean my feet. Do you for real expect me to remember all the time?"

"Well," said Ruby, "that's gonna change from now on. We're gonna teach you how to take care of these paws, mkay? For real, you have super cute feet; shame you neglect them like that."

Iris laughed, an edge of menace in the chuckle. "I know how to take care of my feet. Tell you what," she said, her nostrils flaring, "why don't I kick your ass? That'll show you my paws are in tip-top condition."

"Oh, come on, Iris. Whose ass are you going to kick with such sensitive paws?"

The skunk's chest tingled, and she grew unusually quiet for a couple of seconds before speaking. "Sensitive? My feet aren't sensitive. I really don't know what you're on about." Instinctively, her toes curled, and she pulled her bare feet away from the two as much as she could, which wasn't much given how tight the titanium chains were. It dawned on Iris that she was as naked as the day she was born, and her roommates were fully clothed, a realization that heightened her sense of vulnerability.

"Well, that's good, then, because we're gonna help you keep these tootsies clean," said Alison. "And since your skunky paws are so gnarly, we went and bought the heavy artillery." She dug her furry paw into the backpack and yanked two scrub brushes out. "We made sure to get the ones with extra, extra hard bristles to help with deep cleaning," Alison said, handing one to the smirking rodent.

Iris's nipples throbbed in tandem with her heartbeat, her yellow eyes going from one brush to the other. "Look, girls, why don't I jump into the shower real quick? It'll only be a few minutes, and my paws will be as clean as a whistle! Please?" said the skunk with a strained voice, grimacing at the thought of even one bristle under her foot.

Alison and Ruby laughed. "`Please'? Since when are you so polite, Iris? Last time you said that was a month ago when you were busting to pee and I was taking a shower," said Ruby.

"Oh, I remember that. Iris, you were even doing the pee pee dance! That was awesome!"

Iris's demeanor shifted from sweet to sassy. "Hey, shut the fuck up! A girl's gotta go when she's gotta go! I had a little too much beer back at that rave. Shit happens. As if you've ever been out partying! You wouldn't know!" The skunk shook her head and muttered something rude about Alison being a virgin.

"Well, my glow-in-the-dark friend, speaking of having to go, I hope you've emptied your bladder, because this may cause an accident!" Without warning, Ruby grabbed hold of Iris's toes; on the other side of the bed, Alison did the same.

"No, wait, wait! I take it back! I didn't mean it!" said Iris in a frantic cadence, her eyes wide in horror. "Please, just let me shower, all right? It won't happen again! Girls, please, for real! Come on, we're roommates!"

"You're right," said Alison, pushing Iris's toes back to bring out the minute arch in her feet. "It won't happen again 'cause we're gonna give you the cleaning of a lifetime!"

Alison and Ruby went for her soles with the scrub brushes.

Iris, suddenly overcome with an intense desire to throw her head back and laugh, shrieked and thrashed on the bed, her bushy two-toned tail banging on the mattress as she roared with uncontrollable mirth. "HAHAHAHA! NO! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MERCY!" Her breasts bounced and up and down with each maniacal guffaw. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP! IT TICK-TICKLES SO BAD! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!" The mouse and beaver duo scoured Iris's dirty feet with the impossibly stiff bristles.

"Not a chance," said Alison, raising her voice to be heard over the skunk's hysterics. "Not until these paws of yours are as white as fresh fallen snow."

Ruby chimed in. "You got that right. No more tracking shit into the house. I'm tired of cleaning up after your gross paws, Iris."

"I'M SORRY! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'LL CLEAN MY FEET, I PROMISE! HAHAHAHAHA! MERCY, MERCY!" Ruby and Alison pushed the coarse black bristles hard into the skunk's paws and scrubbed with all their might, and Iris belly laughed in response, a couple of big, wet tears going down the neon sides of her face.

"Oh, we are nowhere near finished, Iris," said Ruby to the ticklish raver girl. "We're roommates, like you said, so we figured we'd also pamper your feet a bit."

Now that the girls focused on her heels, Iris's shrieks became cutesy giggles. "I don't need-hahaha-any pampering. For real-hahahaha-I can manage on my own!"

"We'll see about that later. Right now, we still have to do your toes!"

Another hoot of loud laughter escaped her maw before Iris could protest--the girls now went after her toes, scrubbing their bottoms and working the brushes in between the digits as she wiggled and splayed her toes helplessly.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! ALISON, RUBY! MERCY! BWAHAHAHAHAHA! IT'S TOO MUCH! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" Iris's tummy sucked in and out; her tummy pendant swung back and forth and jumped like a windchime caught in a hurricane.

"All right. Time for your first break," said Alison. The two girls gave the girl much-needed respite for the first time. "A couple minutes, and then we'll give these paws a bit of love, all right?"

"They're pretty white now." Ruby leaned in close to examine Iris's paw; the poor skunk had a slight hint of red in her soles from the torturous scrubbing.

Iris's bare breasts jiggled as she caught her breath. "You girls are mean, what the fuck?" she said as Alison tossed Ruby her brush.

"We just wanted to get rid of those dirty paws." Ruby marched towards the bathroom with both brushes to give them a thorough cleaning. "I mean, if you're super ticklish on your feet, that's not much we can do about it. We just want you to stop leaving your pawprints everywhere."

"Oh, don't give me that. You did this on purpose." Iris twisted her neck to look past her own breast to glare at Alison.

"Regardless, you'll think twice before prancing around with dirty feet, won't you?"

Iris sighed and rolled her eyes, scowling as a drop of sweat zipped past the corner of her eye. "I don't make any promises, but I'll try."

Alison smirked and scritched at the skunk's white sole. "Oh, I do think you can do a li'l more than just try, Iris."

The yellow-and-white girl snickered hoarsely. "OK! OK! I won't!"

"You sure?" teased the beaver, spider walking the tips of her fingers all over Iris's bare sole.

"Yes! Yes! Hahahahaha! Stop!" yelled Iris, her toes clenching and desperately trying to avoid Alison's nimble fingers.

"That's a good girl." Alison gave the skunk's paw a hearty slap as Ruby returned.

"Ready for the pampering phase, Iris?" asked the mouse.

"I don't really need a pampering or anything else. Look, girls, please, I won't do it again, I'll keep my paws clean from now on. Can you please untie me now?"

Alison hurled a pumice stone at Ruby, who caught it like an experienced wide receiver. "Well, Iris, after a good foot cleaning, a pedicure is customary."

"Mhm. Gotta get those feet looking purdy, yeah?"

"What the fuck do you mean a pedicure?!" asked Iris, a chill traveling up her upper body that made the yellow parts of her fur stand on end. "I've only ever had one pedicure because that dead skin remover thing tickles lie the devil! And that was years ago!"

"Yep. That'd be a pumice stone. We got two of these babies. And thanks for telling us your last pedi was a while ago--now we know we gotta spend a while getting these paws nice and soft, yeah?" Alison grabbed Iris's paw by the top, and Ruby did likewise.

"You're gonna love how pampered and precious your tootsies are after this, Iris; I promise!" said Ruby.

"No, no, no! Please, please!" pleaded Iris, her toes curling in supplication. "Don't do this! I'm very sorry about everything! Alison, Ruby, please, I'm begging you! I can't stand that stone thing!"

"Well, Iris, you shoulda thought of that before you pissed off the landlord, or before you woke me up the night before I had a quiz. You know? When you invited that slob over and banged his guts out!"

Iris hyperventilated, and her tummy muscles rippled under her shiny yellow fur. "Alison, I'm sorry! Look, I can't help being noisy when I cum, please, you gotta understand! Don't tell me you've never been loud in bed! Please, don't do this, for real! I-I'll change!"

"Not a chance, Iris," said Ruby, frowning and shaking her head, pointing the pumice stone at the skunk. "We've given you a few months to get your act together, but you keep slipping further and further into the most obnoxious crap."

"Now, be quiet and take it like a good girl."

As the two exfoliating stones made a beeline towards her bare soles, the veins in the squirming and thrashing girl's neck stood out. "No, no, NO!" she squealed, watching wide-eyed as the hunks of volcanic rock disappeared behind her feet.

A shriek followed a lurch, and a throat-shredding cry of laughter came right after the skunk's torso twisted away in vain. Iris's glowing yellow lines and streaks flashed a few shades brighter with each peal of hysterical laughter.

"Oh, will you control yourself, Iris?" asked Ruby, squinting, prying Iris's toes apart. "I can barely see." The mouse scritched at the brutally sensitive skin between digits, and the fluorescent mephitid whooped hysterically.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP! IT-HAHAHAHAHA-IT'S SO BAD! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" she yelled and cried as Ruby and Alison scrubbed and rubbed up and down and left and right with the scratchy stone.

Alison grabbed Iris's big toe between her index finger and thumb. "Almost done, silly. Just gotta make these cute li'l claws of yours even cuter." She reached into her bag with her tongue sticking out to pull out two nail files. "Here!" she said, tossing one to Ruby.

"NO, WHAT!" The skunk curled and gnarled her other two toes, but Alison's otherwise lithe fingers proved too strong for the plump white one. "My claws are fine! Enough! I said I'm sorry! Get me out of here already!"

"You should be thanking us, Iris," said Ruby, wrapping her hand around the skunk's other big toe. "You've been a total bitch to us for months, and we're giving you a free pedicure--you're so ungrateful!"

The helpless skunk flared her nostrils. "Pedicure my fuzzy ass!" Iris's coat lost its glow till it reached a usual twilight-like glimmer. "You know exactly what you're doing!"

"We do!" said her two tormentors in unison as they started shaping her six claws one by one.

Iris screamed each time the file grinded off an imperceptible layer of keratin, dissolving into helpless laughter whenever coarse, criss-crossed metal "accidentally'' grazed the sides of her toes. "ARGHHHAHAHAHAHA! STOP! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!"

After ten painstaking minutes, with a flourish from the two girls that made Iris squeal, her last claw was done; the skunk now sported immaculately clean cornsilk hind paws that were almost too bright to look at.

With Ruby and Alison finally giving her much-needed respite, Iris's cheeks went in and out, and she shuddered and shook with each gasping breath. "You're so-so mean!" she said, half the words coming out as a choked whimper. "Why would you do that?"

"Are you asking for real? Hun, you've made our lives a living hell," said Ruby, ripping off the skunk's wrist Velcro straps. "You talk--no, yell--on the phone at odd hours of the night, and every guy you bring home, you fuck his brains out while the rest of us are trying to get some sleep. And these paws of yours?" Ruby sat down and began massaging Iris's foot. "Do you go mud wrestling when you're out or something?"

"Come on," said Iris, sitting up and scowling, trying to twist her paw out of Ruby's grasp and not show how relaxing the mouse's touch was. "I just want to have some fun. Is that so bad?"

Alison spoke. "It is if you're keeping us up and getting your pawprints all over the place. Guess who has to clean it up." The beaver sat on the side of the bed and, like Ruby, squeezed Iris's foot, focusing on the sole. "So, no more gross feet and no more late-night loud orgasms, mkay?"

Iris, now on her back, sighed. "No promises. Old habits die hard; ever heard of that?"

Ruby and Alison smirked at each other and turned to Iris. "You sure about that? Come on, baby steps--at least you're gonna keep the bottoms of your paws clean, right? Like they are right now, all soft and pristine," said Ruby, letting her fingertips graze the sensitive skin. "They feel so clean!"

Iris gasped and her torso shot up. "No, no, don't do that!" She clamped her maw shut with her hand, her bushy yellow-and-white tail pounding the mattress and hurling a bunch of her glow-in-the-dark hairs of fur into the air.

"Oh, come on, you big baby, I'm just seeing how clean your feet are. And you're gonna keep 'em this clean from now on, right?" Alison and Ruby scritched at the edges of her paw, right where the white countershading started.

"Yes, yes! OK, I promise!" yelled Iris before throwing her head back and belly laughing. "I promise! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"A shower right after you come back home, yes?" said Ruby over Iris's hysterics.

"YES, YES!" squealed Iris, a tear streaming down her face as she snickered into her paw, her other hand grabbing at the bedsheets. "I'll shower! Hahahaha!" She laughed, and each time her tummy went up and down, all the yellow on her fur scintillated.

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"What's up?" asked Ruby. She crossed her legs and took another bite of milk-soaked cereal.

Alison sighed and put the piece of paper in front of Ruby's bowl. "Look at this," she said, pouting. "Water bill's through the roof. It's Iris and her hour-long showers."

Both of Ruby's eyebrows shot up when she saw the damage. "Sheesh, this is gonna be an expensive month. What do we do? Do we talk to her?"

"Nope," said Alison, the corner of her mouth twisting into a telltale smirk as she disappeared for a second under the kitchen counter to yank something out of her backpack. "Remember these?"

Ruby's eyes went wide and followed the swinging Velcro strap that Alison held in her paw. "I sure do."