Debt
My first uploaded short story. It's about raccoon girl loanshark and human who owes her money and contains heavy femdom and foot fetish content.
Summer, July, Sunday morning. Somewhere at 42 Bleak River st. in an old shabby bedsitter, the pale beauty named Emile Fournier was having his beauty sleep, constantly turning and tossing before it got interrupted by a loud phone notification sound which could only mean one thing.
[Phone]
Fernanda:
Hey humie, I hope you remember about our little date today.
9:00
Emile:
Yeah I do. I have your 863$. Do we meet up in the same place?
9:02
Fernanda:
Good boy! The same park, the same bench. 12:00
sharp.
9:03
Fernanda Baptista, a cruel loan shark girl and part of “Les Fourrures Sombres Syndicat”. Every time she called or messaged him she made his heart flutter with terror and lust at the same time. How was that even possible? He knew that she was a loan shark, that the only reason she was kinda nice to him is because she wanted her money back and red headed human was paying her interest rates every two weeks and promised her to repay debt by September if he wouldn’t pay, she would probably turn him into filling for shepherd’s pie or beat him to death with wrench and feed his body to fish afterwards or make him one of the star in “And another gruesome way to destroy human” videos which are distributed in darkest corners of the internet and have quite a market among sadistic anthros and very masochistic humans, for woman of her line of work the sky is the limit when it comes to violence. But there was something so magnetic about her for him and to be honest he got aroused at the thought of her beating, choking or tormenting him. Anyway, after a quick wank Emile got out of bed and started preparing for the day.
12:00 Central Park
Just like she asked he arrived at their usual rendezvous point. Here she was, a ruthless loan shark he was so down bad for. Raccoon girl with short jet black boyish haircut, dead eyes, resting bitch face unfiltered cigarette between her fingers and the Eye of Ra tattoo on her neck. She dressed in a two-toned black and white bowling shirt which highlighted her strong muscular arms and her broad shoulders, expensive watch made of stainless steel, men black slacks and checkered slip-on shoes which she wore without socks. She was also a bit flat which in combination with other aforementioned things made her look pretty manly. She just gave off that aura of power and masculinity making him feel weak and powerless in comparison but also strangely drawn to her.
She was on the phone at that moment. So, when she saw him, she motioned him to sit next to her on the bench and he complied like a docile, obedient dog.
- “So, where was your sorry ass yesterday, I thought, I clearly said that we had a little date behind the “Dead fish” pub. Do you really think you can stand me up like that without consequence?” She said angrily to someone over the phone.
As she was listening to whatever excuse her victim quickly made up for not showing up, she suddenly slipped off her slip-ons revealing her big, black raccoon girl feet. Emile instantly had his eye on them, he constantly fantasized about them since the day he he met Fernanda, saw her feet in leather sandals and couldn’t take his eyes off them for the rest of the evening. They were size 13, Emile wasn’t exactly sure but he saw a shoe size tag in her slip-ons and number 13 on it as well as big sweaty footprints on the insoles which made his mind race with thought of licking off all this salty sweat off her slip-ons and made his erection hard. Then she crossed her legs ankle over knee, showing off her black sweaty sole, wiggling her clawed toes, almost immediately he felt a cheesy smell hitting his nose. All of this but especially the cheesy smell sent his mind straight into the clouds. For a moment nothing existed in this world for him but him, her feet and their cheesy scent.
-”No, how about you stop bitching and do as I say.” She said with authority in her voice to whoever she was talking over the phone.
This phrase which breached the barrier between reality and horny mess that his mind is, made him even hornier. He imagined himself going down on his knees, giving her feet proper sniffing, rolling his face in her stink, feeling the warm sensation of sole against his face as she tells him how much of a slut he is.
-”My kindness has its limits. If you think that you can just take my money and run then I guess, someone will have to pay you a visit and explain to you why it’s wrong to borrow someone’s money without paying back.”
Imagining his face cupped between her big warm feet. Loudly sniffing her feet. Sticking out his tongue and finally giving them the tongue bath they deserve.
Then he felt light tap on his shoulder waking him from his dream-like state and making his face turn crimson red.
-”Return to our home planet, space cowboy, you still owe me money.” She said.
-”Uhh yes here.” He said giving her exactly 863$.
-”Good boy, you never miss the payday don’t you?” She said patting him on the head as if he was a dog.
-”Yeah, I kinda like you and don’t want to get on your bad side.” He blurted out.
She put an unfiltered cigarette in her teeth and lit it up. Then she turned towards Emile smiling at him before blowing some of that cigarette smoke into his face.
-”That’s right. You are pretty smart for a human.” She said
-”*Cough*, *Cough* Thanks I guess.” He replied
-”Anyway, you are free to go unless you want to stay with me and smoke with me for a bit.” She said, extending to him the pack of “Golden Star”, her favorite unfiltered cigarettes.
-”No thanks, I don’t smoke.” He declined politely.
-”Whatever...” She said
He stood up and left with a big boner in his pants. Did she even notice it? Or she probably doesn’t care.
Several weeks later, Friday, Work,“Tranquil haven inn” hotel
Emile worked as an accountant in “Tranquil inn” hotel which belongs to Mr Smith, rich boar who was born with a silver spoon in mouth. The hotel itself is pretty opulent with expensive chandeliers, portraits of Mr Smith’s parents framed in gold and it was strangely popular with humans. Emile’s job wasn’t exactly the most interesting but as long as his salary was enough to at least pay off interest rates and rent he didn’t cared. One day he was spacing out and staring at the group of human men, all of them were wearing business suits which wouldn’t be something extraordinary especially in hotel like this if it wasn’t for other details. All of them had buzz cuts and the same flaming heart neck tattoos. Then he felt light tap on his shoulder:
-“Hey, how’s it going high roller?” said the friend
-“Fine.” Emile replies
-“So, what’s with your debt to that bitch?”
-“I don’t want to talk about it. Also, don’t call her bitch.”
-“Why? You have a crush on her?”
-“*sigh* Yes. I know that she is a horrible person but I can’t help it.”
-“I was joking dude. For real? She looks like a guy.”
-“I’m afraid that makes me even more attracted to her.”
-“Did you gamble your sense of taste away as well?”
-“Please leave me alone, Michael.”
Michael left. Emile returned to work doing accounting before…
Friday 18:00
Michael approached him again.
“Hey Mr. Smith wants to see you. He seems mad.”
Emile went to Mr.Smith’s office without saying a word. “What happened, I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary.” He thought. He entered the Mr. Smith’s office. The fat boar in the business suit was sitting at a desk. Then he looked up at red headed human standing in front of him.
-”You never told me that you were involved in organized crime Mr. Fournier” Said the boar
-”What? Sir I am not involved in anything” Said Emile
-”Don’t lie to me. Someone just told me you have been seeing one nefarious raccoon girl who has a gang tattoo on her neck and everything. This certain someone also told me you are in love with her.”
-”Mr. Smith, I owe her money.”
-”Oh so not only have you been going on “little dates” with her you are also so financially irresponsible that you are now in debt to some crooked wench. Mr.Fournier how could you get yourself involved in this mess. I thought you more mature than that.”
-”Who even told you all that?”
-”That doesn’t matter. I can’t have an employee who is so reckless that he got himself involved in some mess with organised crime and debt, my fine establishment has a pretty good reputation so far and I can’t allow people like you to ruin its image. You are fired.”
-”What? This is ridiculous!”
-”It isn’t, this establishment isn’t a place for irresponsible manchildren who gamble all decency they have away. Now leave.”
That’s it. Out of seemingly nowhere Emile lost his job. He had nothing left but to go home and cry.
Tuesday 16:00
Emile was desperately looking for another job but couldn’t find it and besides he needed money as fast as possible.
Completely lost, he roamed aimlessly in a park where he usually pays Fernanda off. Then he was approached by a suspicious human. He looked just like those crooks with a burning heart tattoo.
-”Emile Fournier?”
-”Yes and who are you?”
-”I’m David. I heard about your situation and my organization can help get your job back for a favour of course.”
-”What favour?”
-”Just a simple break in. No murder involved.”
-”That still sounds illegal. I am not sure…”
-”Listen, all you have to do is break into a certain location and take something we need from a safe. You won’t even have to do it alone. I will be on the lookout.”
-”Okay, but what is in this safe that is so important?”
-”It shouldn’t matter to you. Since you agreed we should start preparing tomorrow. You will learn how to lockpick and we will break in on Thursday.”
Wednesday
The whole day Emile spent trying to quickly learn how to pick a lock. He surprisingly kind of had a knack for it, learning rather quickly. Though he was in disbelief how far he has fallen in life.
Thursday, break in.
Definitely a very discreet and inconspicuous van pulled up to the apartment building at 27 Cunningcat street, two shadowy human male figures left it and beelined straight into it and to the third floor apartment number 7. Using recently learned knowledge Emile unlocked the door. Fortunately for them nobody was at home. All he had to do was to open the safe and take whatever was in it and everything would return to normal. Suddenly he saw unfiltered “Golden Star” cigarettes on the table in the living room, the same brand Fernanda loves to smoke. Then, he looked to left of the front door and saw the s size 13 brown sandals closely resembling those Fernanda was wearing the first time they met. They even had sweaty footprints.
“Wait, is it? No it’s can’t be her apartment” he thought
He went further into the apartment. More precisely into the bedroom. It was a mess with socks scattered all over it, an ashtray right next to the bed on the bedside table, empty beer cans and one wall had a hole punched in it . But there was other thing that caught his attention was a big steel safe. It probably was the safe he needed. He started lockpicking it.
Then he heard the door creak and a loud shotgun shot. He quickly peeked out of the bedroom and what he saw shocked him.
David’s corpse was lying on the floor holding onto his stomach with a big bleeding wound in it. Then he saw shotgun shell casing falling to his corpse and to someone’s feet, feet that were sporting black and white checkered slip-on shoes, he looked up to see this mysterious person’s face and realized that it was Fernanda. He broke into her apartment.
He saw her coming towards the bedroom and decided to hide under her bed. Fernanda entered the bedroom and she bent over to grab the lockpicks which Emile accidentally dropped on the floor while he was desperately trying to hide. “Fuck now she knows that there is someone else there” he thought. Terrified, he was waiting for her to leave the bedroom so he could make the break for it. After standing around for five minutes she finally left.
“This is my chance I have to leave” He thought
He peeked out of the bedroom again. Horizon is clear. He quickly walked towards the exit before he heard a shotgun click behind his back. He put his hands up, turned around and saw her.
-“Tell me the reason why I shouldn’t paint my living room with your brains” She growled
“That’s it” he thought “it's over”
Then he dropped on his knees. He crawled towards her and started kissing her checkered slip-ons. She looked at him with disgust.
-“Do you think it’ll save you? You dumb fuck!” She yelled at him
-“No, but I always wanted to do this and since you’ll kill me, I don’t have much to lose” Emile answered
She was bewildered by the masked humie’s behavior. Then, she took off his balaclava, unmasking the mysterious pervert. She was shocked to see Emile.
-“How dare you break into my fucking house, you perverted ginger cunt!?” Fernanda asked him, pressing the shotgun against his head.
“I was fired because my boss thought that I was involved in organized crime. After a while this guy David approached me and offered to get my job back if I break in and steal whatever is in the safe. I didn’t know that we would break into your house, I swear!” He explained
-“So, some bitch wanted to steal my money and promised to get your job back If you assist them, who the fuck could that be? Tell me everything you know or I’ll end your pathetic life.”
-“I swear I don’t know anything!” Emile was about to cry.
She walked towards David’s corpse and takes a closer look at him. She noticed the burning heart tattoos .
“The Devotees” she said
-“What? Who are they?” He asked
-“They are our rivals, crime ring that mostly consist of insane humies. They employ some weird humie religious symbolism where the tattoo is from, despite that they are as much crooks as we are. They also hold some bullshit beliefs about other humies claiming that humans with different sexual preferences or skin tone are inferior or some shit. If they decided to rob me or assassinate me that can mean only one thing. They want war.” She explained
-“Hold on, assassinate you?”
-“They have enough of their own money, it makes no sense that their sole goal was the money or that them picking my house was just a coincidence. As I see it, this guy David was here probably here to ambush and assassinate me and you were supposed to be framed.”
-“How do you know?”
-“That’s just a theory but my captain surely would like to hear about “Devotees” breaking into my house.” She said, she turned and walked towards Emile.
-“Where were you working?” She asked
-“Tranquil inn haven hotel as an accountant.”
-“Do you know that its owner is a good friend of “Devotees”?”
-“But he’s a pig and they are racists.”
-“Yeah, as I said those beliefs are mostly about the other humies. I had one “Devotee” behaving really weird around me, trying to get into my pants or maybe like you into my shoes.”
-“Isn’t that a bit strange like…”
-“Humie, I know. They are pretty fucking insane. And it seems like they want a war.” She said
-“Now about you. You don’t have a job, so I don’t think you can’t pay me off anymore and you broke into my house. So, I can blow your head clean off. But…” She continued.
She squatted, getting on his level to look into his green eyes, making him look down from all that intense eye contact, only for her to force it back with her shotgun.
-“Look into my eyes human and tell me what the hell was that about?” She asked. She sounded very intimidating.
-“What?” He asked in a shaky voice, confused and scared.
-“You getting down on your knees, kissing my feet then telling me that you always wanted to do that or you staring at my feet back at the park last month. Or even the first time we met at the casino lobby, I was wearing leather sandals and you couldn’t stop staring at my feet for the rest of the evening. Even when I was lending you money to gamble away you were staring at my feet nonstop and don’t think I didn’t notice your friend down there.” She said
So, she noticed.
“I am very submissive especially to women and I have a foot fetish and I like your energy and… I already told you so much, this is so embarrassing, please don’t kill me, I’m just some worthless degenerate.” He begged for his life.
She continued staring into his soul making him very nervous. At one point he couldn’t handle all this pressure and closed his eyes in terror. Then, she suddenly got up and seized him by his long red hair, dragging him somewhere he couldn’t see since his eyes were closed.
“That’s it, she is going to kill me.” He thought.
He heard a couple of things falling and hitting wooden carpet. Then he felt familiar strong cheesy smell. He opened his eyes, Fernanda was sitting on the armchair and putting a pair of her sweaty raccoon girl feet several inches away from his face, wiggling her toes. They are so close. He can’t help but to bite his lower lips.
-“So you are not going to kill me?” He asked
-“You are lucky that I like seeing men grovel under my feet. So, I will give you another chance. Pamper them the best you can: massage, tongue bath and I will talk with higher-ups about you repaying your debt the other way. If I won’t be satisfied with your worship, I will blow your brains out.” She said
Is that really happening? Emile finally gets to live out his fantasies of a cruel loan shark girl.
Emile starts with a massage. For a such cold and ruthless loan shark she had such warm and soft feet, arguably the softest part of her. And the smell was so potent that it literally stuck to his hands. While rubbing them he started kissing her feet, pressing his lips against her warm, sweaty soles and smelly toes.
-“Thank you… thank you…” He was saying between the kisses, tearing up.
-“Good humie. Don’t hold back, bury your face in them.” She said wiggling her toes in his face
He complied and buried his face into her warm size 13 beauties, giving them a hard sniff, being completely conquered by their strong cheesy smell which turned his mind into mush, making him let out soft moan.
-“You moaned from sniffing my feet, you are such a foot slut” she smirked
He continued sniffing, despite how potent her foot smell was he could never get enough. He could feel his dick throbbing from that nut busting smell, he reached his hand for his jeans pulling them and his boxer down before he slowly started stroking. She started rubbing her feet on his face, rubbing in all the stinky foot sweat into his face like she was scent marking him. The scent of her sweaty feet was on his hands, it was all over his face as well, however his breath was still fresh not smelling like her feet and since she is a girlboss, she had to fix it. She pinched his nose between her toes and ordered:
-“Deep sniff and lick, humie”
He obeyed. The scent trapped between her toes was even cheesier and more mind melting. Then, he stuck his tongue out and licked her foot. As soon as his taste buds came into contact with her sole his mind went blank. If the smell of her feet felt mind melting, then that salty taste of her feet felt like it drained his free will completely, turning him into a mindless thrall whose only purpose in life is to worship those big feet and god, he absolutely enjoyed that.
-“~ah… your tongue feels so good on my feet.” She moaned
She moaned? He didn’t care. Her feet were all he was preoccupied with. Other things simply didn’t exist for him at that moment, those large powerful feet of mannish, powerful raccoon girl is all that mattered. He ran his tongue all over them, licking off all that delicious foot sweat, soaking up the strong cheesy odor like a sponge soaking up water. All while stroking faster and faster.
-“…fuck yes…” He could hear her moaning
Then she spread her toes, showing all the toe jam which built up between her toes during the day. Emile quickly understood what to do, he sucked all her toes separately, starting with big toe then licking the space between her big and second toe, swallowing all that toe jam before wrapping his lips around the second toe and repeating until all five digits on each foot and spaces between them were covered in his saliva. Each time he wrapped his lips around her toes he felt good, like this where he belonged, under the feet of a beast of a woman, taking care of them, cleaning all sweat and dirt, giving her the best tongue bath he could after the long day of her not so legal work. His penis was leaking precum.
After he finished sucking her toes he moved on to the tops of her feet covered in her gray fur, licking them as diligently as he was licking her black soles. As soon as he finished licking one top of her foot and moved on to another. The white liquid stained the floor. He came. He continued to lick the other top of her foot before she slapped him with her foot, snapping him out.
After snapping out he decided to admire his work. Her feet were dripping with his saliva from the heel to toes to the tops and they no longer smell like cheese but like his saliva. Fernanda herself is no longer tense, she sunk into her armchair breathing heavily. Her two-tone bowling shirt was unbuttoned revealing her pretty small chest and her firm and visible abs. She is no longer holding a shotgun, instead it was leaned against the side of an armchair. Her hand was in her pants instead.
-“You’re absolutely obsessed with my big sweaty feet. You were so carried away while licking them that you forgot about the corpse behind you. Geez, I don’t think your mind was even there, those size 13 beauties completely controlled you. You remind me of my friend Rose.” She said
-“Rose?” He looked confused
-“My old goat friend. She loves other girls’ feet as much as you, she was in denial well, before I made her face who she is.” She said her facial expression changed from her usual resting bitch face to sad, nostalgic, like an old man who looks out of the window recalling his best days. This was the first time he saw such a cruel and ruthless woman, so soft and vulnerable.
-“You were really close?” He asked
-“Kinda. We are still kinda close. I put on barefoot sandals for her several times. I was the one who helped her to come to terms with her foot fetish and lesbianism after all.” She said and her facial expressions suddenly changed. She was all smiles.
-“Really?” He said
-“Yeah really. She always has been a foot perv. There were plenty of times I caught her staring at other women’s feet, including mine, geez once I even saw “pictures of human women feet” tab open on her laptop. She furiously denied that she had foot fetish like she always did before I made her embrace it” She chuckled
-”How did you make her embrace it?” He asked
-“One day after the gym, I put my feet up on her lap and asked for a rub. She agreed and we worked up from there. I still remember that day as if it were yesterday the way she enthusiastically worshiped my feet when she stopped repressing her desires to lick other girls’ feet. You reminded me a bit of her, with your obsession with women's sweaty feet .” She said
-“Can I ask you about something?”He said
-“About what?” She said
-“That tattoo on your neck…”
-“The eye of Ra? It came with the membership in my little organization. It is something about Ancient Egyptian civilization where we used to be gods and we were above human kings… For me personally though, as soon as the person that vouched for me told me that this symbol represents power and violence, I was like “Hell yeah, put it on my neck”” She explained.
She stood up. And looked at the corpse.
-“Anyway I need to take care of the cadaver over there, report to my captain about it and talk about your fate with her and several other higher-ups in my organization. So, you have to stay here.” She said and opened the door to her bathroom. Then she grabbed him by his long auburn hair again and pushed him into her bathroom, making him stumble and nearly fall flat on his face.
“See you soon, footslave” She said slamming the door shut.
He tried to open the door but to no avail. She somehow locked it on the outside.
Epilogue
There he was sitting on the closed toilet, locked inside the bathroom. These six days since he was fired were wild for him. He learned to pick locks, did a break in, saw somebody die due to a shotgun wound to the stomach, licked some sweaty women’s feet and now he was awaiting his fate which was being decided by a bunch of wisegals and might be even decided by some wiseguys for all he knows.
The smell of Fernanda’s feet was still in his mouth and on his face it was probably there for long, making him think about her, if she wouldn’t have to execute him. There is nothing he could do about any of these things. The smell of her was so potent that he would need a lot of mouthwash to get rid and he could do even less about the fact that his life is in the hands of some crooks. The bathroom had no windows and the only door was blocked from the other side, at this point he thought that if his life was to end that day at least the woman he was thirsting over would be the one to end it. And so, he was waiting for her to return, sitting in the bathroom thinking about something else, in the world of his own.
After a while, he heard the loud creek and saw Fernanda, ready for whatever might come. She looked and smiled at him.
-“Today is your lucky day. There are some women in my organization who are interested in your foot licking talents as well as your accounting degree. You can go back to your apartment at the Bleak river st. I’ll pick you up at 6pm on Monday and take you to meet some interesting people.” She explained.
-“Understood.”
-”Good, you can leave for now.”
Emile left her apartment, surprised that he’s not only still alive but will get to lick more feet by the end of this life or death experience