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 A Burning Desire for Neighborly Soles
By KinkSaber
For Carscay



“Good morning Phoebe, Julia!” Connor stretched as he exited his house, greeting the peacock and phoenix from their front porch that was just a stone's throw away.


“Morning, dahling!” The peacock relied, waving her arm at her neighbor. She looked away for a second, then turned back and bolted towards the human. “Oh! Before I forget, I actually got a gift for you, dahling! You’ll look great in this new purple tie-dye tee, dahling!”


“Oh wow, thanks, Julia!” Connor stashed the gift in his pocket, ignoring the fundamentals of mass conservation. “I love it already!”


“Well, Connor, Julia, aren’t you two looking glam today, sparky.” Phoebe strolled up to the two and handed the island rep and Julia a pear each. “Here, take my pear for breakfast. I’ve been watering the pear trees for days, so they can’t be anything but the sweetest thing on this island paradise, sparky!”


Connor immediately took a bite of the green fruit and his eyes turned to stars. The sweetness of the fruit exploded in his mouth as he chewed, until the whole thing was gone and filled his stomach. “That’s delicious! Thanks, Phoebe!”


Phoebe only smirked, as if to say ‘isn’t it? I told you so!’


“Well, do you have anything planned for the day?” Connor asked, wiping his mouth with his hand. “Or perhaps I could have the pleasure of inviting the two of you to a.. A movie night, perhaps? I redecorated and installed a home theater in the basement. Would you two like to join me tonight? Say, around seven? I’ll have sandwiches, soda, popcorn… candy?”


Julia‘s eyes met with Phoebe, then they both nodded in unison. It’s a date, then.


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Punctual as always, the two avians knocked on Connor’s doors at seven PM sharp. Just in time, too, as the island rep invited both of them inside with sandwiches freshly made and laid out in the basement, next to the three recliners Connor had set up to face the giant screen TV he bought from Nooks. Connor dimmed the lights and climbed onto the recliner in the middle, and all three of them quieted down, with sandwich and soda in hand, as the movie started.


Connor had been looking forward to watching the newest installment of The Scavengers, which follows a group of super powered misfits that used their brains and brawns to defend the planet from genocidal maniacs salvage artifacts to keep the world at peace. His favorite character was Black Raven, played by the acclaimed avian actress Starlette Johansberg. Throughout the movie, Connor couldn’t help but notice how many scenes they had Starlette show off her bare naked feet on screen. They were only thirty minutes in, and in that time they’ve shown Starlette walking on the beach, sleeping with her feet out, at the salon getting a pedicure, and several close ups of her talons as she dexterously untied herself when she was captured by the bad guys.


Then, when the screen lit up with Michelle Bay style explosions, flooding the room with several bright flashes, Connor saw how Julia had crossed her three-toed foot and one of her sole was facing him, while Phoebe made herself comfortable and sat hugging her knees, leaning away from the center, exposing both of her orange soles to his viewing pleasure. Connor gulped. Even though the AC was on, he practically felt the warmth radiated by the phoenix’s feet from an arm-and-a-half's length away.


From that point on, it was impossible for Connor to concentrate on the movie. Who actually knows what has happened? Not Connor. His attention had been divided between Julia’s pale gray sole and Phoebe’s bright orange soles. His eyes darted between the two, taking long glances whenever he could; and when another explosion lit up the room, Connor stared at the tender-looking talons without so much as blinking, doing his best to commit the image of such beauties in his mind.


Before long, the movie was over, and Connor was still leaning back on his recliner while Julia flipped the light switch on again. THe sudden brightness snapped Connor back to reality, to which he jerked awake as though he was interrupted while he was in deep thoughts.


“Wow, that was a pretty good movie!” Julia clapped her wings together and she graciously helped clean up the leftover food that had been sitting out. “Don’t you agree, Phoebe, dahling?”


“Not bad, sparky.” Phoebe cranked the lever to lower the reclining footrest, resting her feet on the floor now. “Good action scenes for sure. Although, I didn’t get why Steelman couldn’t have just thrown money at it until the problem was solved. He’s a billionaire, isn't he, sparky?”


The two avians began their discussion of the movie, slowly walking up the stairs, while Connor intentionally walked several paces behind, not that he didn’t want to be part of the conversation; but the fact that letting Julia and Phoebe go first meant with each step, their soles were at his eye level, and that he could boldly stare at every curve of their soles – well, that made the whole experience of going up the stairs worth it, no?


The sound of the four taloned foot slapping against the wooden floorboard, and the way their claws tapped as the two avians walked up the stairs made Connor feel all sorts of funny on the inside. Ever since Phoebe and Julia moved onto the island, Connor has always had an eye for them.. Or their feet, anyway. The way they’ve always gone everywhere barefooted as if they were showing their soles off; the way they so casually put a pause in their day to chat him up.. It all added up to Connor wanting to bump their friendship levels up a little more, albeit in a different direction. They were already the bestest of friends with each other, so what harm could it do to ask for permission?


“Well, thanks for the movie and snacks, dahling!” Julia smiled as she reached for the doorknob. “It was a wonderful time, and your food is delicious, as always!”


“Ah.. Wait! Julia.. Phoebe!” Connor stuttered, as the blood rushed to his brain. He felt dizzy, but it also felt like he didn’t ask right then and there, then he’d miss out on the opportunity of a lifetime.


“Yes, dahling?” Julia lifted her hand from the metallic knob, and turned to face the human.


“Could I – and by golly, I know this sounds weird. Julia, Phoebe. Could I perhaps ask to.. well, erm..” Conner swallowed, his face flushed with nervousness, and went for it. “Could I play with both your feet?”


“Well that certainly is an odd request, dahling.” Julia giggled, but then continued. “But seeing how we’re such good friends, Connor, I suppose it’s a new thing I can try at least once.”


“Ha, finally have the guts to ask, do you, sparky?” Phoebe teased the island rep with finger guns. “I’m in, but you better make it feel good, you hear, sparky?”


“Oh! Well, um. Cool!” Connor brushed the strands of hair they fell to his eyes.


“Well, come on. Chop chop, sparky.” Phoebe invited herself to Connor’s living room, where she plopped down on the comfiest sofa she had sat her butt on, with Julia following suit. The two avians lifted their feet and rested them on the coffee table, the surface of which they found a little hard to start; then looking around, each of them took the throw cushion from the sides of the sofa and slid them under their feet to rest upon. While Phoebe crossed her legs at the ankles, Julia was a little more graceful and arched her soles and pointed her toes at Conner, enticing him to come hither.


Connor was in disbelief. He had never expected Julia and Phoebe to agree to it so casually, and so he stood by the doorframe to the living room and stared as the two avians giggled and teased him by wiggling their toes, beckoning him to join them in the cozy little den.


“Come now, dahling!” Julia waved him over, and only with great effort did Connor take the first step. “Yes yes. Just a couple more of those. You wanted to play with our feet, did you not? Come closer now, dahling!”


Connor was stiff as ever as he awkwardly kneeled at the end of the coffee table, and looking at the two avians Connor never imagined that today is the day his dreams came true. Their soles were on full display for him, and him alone; and he couldn’t get enough of how beautiful and alluring they looked. He never had this in mind when he decorated his house, but the lamps he placed in the corners of the wall now lit up both Phoebe and Julia’s feet with perfect lighting that highlighted the curve in their arches, giving dimension and depth to the folds in the creases of their soles, and of course showcased their beautiful and lovely toes.


“Conner, dahling” Julia clenched her toes and flexed her foot, pushing them closer to Connor. “Start slow, okay? My feet may be a little sensitive, dahling.”


Connor nodded and leaned forward, inching his face closer and closer to the objects of his dreams. The gray soles looked so tantalizing, so tender and plush. He held his breath until his nose was less than an inch away from the warm, glowing soles, then took a deep, slow breath, enjoying the fresh scent and musk of Julia’s peacock feet. The first scent he caught was the scent of natural, salty sweat that lingered. Even though his house had AC, it was still pretty comfortably warm as he kept the machine on low to conserve energy, and it was apparent that even that was enough for the peacock to produce pheromone-filled, micro-droplets of sweat that evenly coated the bottom of her sole. As Julia kept herself impeccably clean, she didn’t at all smell offensive; and rather her scent was rather bewitching, just like how Julia herself was when she spread her colorful feathers out in full plume. Julia’s soles also smelled of an elegant perfume; it wasn’t one that Connor recognizes, and he surmises that it must be a new brand or formula. Julia loved shopping, after all, and she always had some of the hottest fashion trends before anyone else did on the island. The mix of Julia’s natural scent amplified by her choice of perfume drove Connor wild, and he shuddered as a cold shiver ran up his spine.


Then he scooted himself over to Phoebe’s waiting soles, which were crossed at the ankles. He put his nose forward, taking a small, testing sniff at first; and when Phoebe saw, the phoenix gripped his nose between her big and middle toe.


“Aah.. aah!” Connor moaned as the grip on his nose was too tight for him to break free.


“Connor! No fair, sparky!” Phoebe complained. “You took a much deeper breath smelling Julia’s feet! Does mine smell bad, sparky?”


“N-no! No way!” Connor quickly recovered, then shoved his face into the phoenix’s sole with his nose directly between the toes that just grabbed him. He filled his head and lungs with the scent of Phoebe’s feet this time, allowing her to rub her toes to either side of his nose, and sighed as the olfactory nerves began to decipher the wondrous scent. Phoebe’s feet, like the phoenix, was warm and radiant, and the smell was just a bit stronger than Julia’s. Phoebe’s toes had a little masculine scent to them, just as she was a little tomboyish most of the time, and her foot was sweaty but otherwise completely clean. The warmth scent felt passionate and concupiscent to Connor, who enjoyed it greatly. As he sniffed across the phoenix’s toes, the scent never waned; and by the time his nose reached the spot between the big and middle toe of the other foot, Connor couldn’t help but plant a kiss on the ball of the phoenix’s feet. “There. They don’t smell bad, see?”


The two girls giggled with glee, and Connor took it as a sign to continue. He turned back to face Julia’s feet, and began to rub his face all over her sole, feeling and indulging in their tenderness and plumpness. He would never have been able to tell from just looking how creamy and delicate her soles were until that very moment, and he felt like his face was sucked into a cushy, silky heaven. No matter how hard he grinded against her soles, he couldn’t get enough of how fleshy and cushiony they were. In the back of Connor’s head, he imagined falling asleep to Julia’s soles, and how amazing that could be if one way or another she allowed him to rest there just a single night, with his face buried in her downy, buttery smooth soles.


Connor moaned as he ran his cheeks against her toes, feeling each and every digit caress his face and the different texture that came with it. Whenever Julia tapped her toes, it felt like he was getting headpats, and Connor was encouraged to dig even deeper, massaging her soles with just his face.


“Oh, well, that is actually pretty nice, dahling.” Julia muttered, shuffling around on the sofa to make herself more comfortable, pressing her soles into Conner’s face just as he wanted. She felt his hands holding onto the tops of her feet as he grinded harder against them, his fingers rubbing into her skin, taking away the exhaustion of her being on her feet all day.


“My turn, my turn, sparky!” Phoebe said impatiently. She had been waiting for a while now, watching Julia getting pampered made her just a touch jealous of the treatment the peacock was getting while she was being neglected. “Rub my feet too, sparky!”


“Mmph!” Connor moaned in response, still dazed by the feeling of Julia’s soles and toes tingling all over his face as he leaned towards Phoebe and planted his face directly into her crossed sole instead. Connor thought he had melted into the comfiest bean bag ever. Phoebe’s soles were warmer than he expected, but it was a comfortable, captivating warmth, like soaking in the tub when the temperature is just right. Connor moaned again, gutturally, from the deep recesses of his soul, as he lost the capacity to even describe how much of a paradise he truly was in. Phoebe’s soles were warm and welcoming, just like a bundle of blankets that lulled him to sleep on a cool autumn evening. Connor didn’t want to ever leave as he soaked up the radiance of the phoenix’s feet, his face making a deep connection that he never wanted to sever. Meanwhile, Julia and Phoebe chatted about the most mundane everyday island life things as if they didn’t have a personal foot pamperer working at their feet right then and there, although it’d hardly be proper to call Connor a foot pamperer, even if it was a technicality – the poor island rep was so lost to the pleasures of servicing the avian’s feet that his mind had all but zonked out.


When Connor came to again, he had no idea how much time had passed, just that every moment was in nothing less than the pure, unadulterated bliss of indulging his face in the phoenix’s soft, lustrous soles. It took him another few moments to recompose himself as he recalled what else he wanted; it was going to be hard to top the satisfaction he had already gained, but by golly, Conner was going to strive for it.


Connor unwillingly pulled himself away from Phoebe’s soles, and the consolation prize he received was the view of the phoenix’s curvy, sexy feet in his face. Her high arches and long toes looked so inviting, as though they were calling for his tongue. He parted his lips and ran his tongue over them, getting a preview of the taste that had been eluding him for so long, and instantly he knew he needed more. Much more than just the lingering scents on his lips. He needed the real thing.


While the two avians had switched their topics to the latest trends by their resident tailor, Connor slipped his tongue out and held it in place as if tasting the very air surrounding the phoenix’s soles; then with certainty, he slurped Phoebe’s foot from her heels to the tip of her middle toe. The salty flavor took hold on his tongue as he licked, more and more it built until Connor retrieved it back into his mouth to savor; and then all of Phoebe’s scent hit him like a truck. The saltiness and warmth spread from his mouth down his throat, making him salivate for more of the sweet fleshy phoenix soles before him. Connor lulled his tongue once more and took another lap across her arches, slurping and licking with intense passion, fervor, and zeal. Slowly but surely he painted the phoenix’s sole until it glistened with his spit, and then suckled on each of her digits until the flavor of her delicious toes had been fully confiscated by his voracious tongue and ravenous spirit. Then, and only then, had Connor been satisfied enough to separate his gasping mouth from the phoenix’s foot, only to return to her toes to present each of them with a single kiss of pure adoration.


Then, he moved on to the phoenix’s other foot, which was still fresh with her natural scent and salty sweat, and began the process anew.


Phoebe’s mind was having trouble keeping up with the conversation with Julia. Much more trouble than she had initially expected. At first, she had expected Connor to behave like the shy, but energetic neighbor that he always had been. A foot massage was completely within her expectations when he had so boldly asked to play with her feet, and such a courageous request from Connor was so out of the ordinary that she had decided to play along and reward him for the effort of speaking up, if nothing else. At first, it was fun to tease the poor boy just to see how far she could push him, but as soon as Connor was done with his face-to-foot massage, the moment his lips parted and began licking, that was when Phoebe knew she was in trouble.


Because goddamn, that felt amazing.


The way Connor’s tongue ran along her sole with such zest was a treatment that Phoebe had never received. It felt good. It felt better than good. Was it weird? Utterly and completely. She had never mistaken for the whole situation to be anything but weird, and it was for Connor’s sake, but boy, did it ever make her feel like nothing but an absolute queen. The way Connor worshiped her foot was soothing. Therapeutic. She, like the boy who was now working on her other foot, wanted more of it; and more of it she got. The phoenix felt every lick along her sole, every suckle against her tender foot flesh. She felt his warm, wet mouth run up and down and between her toes with devotion, and felt that he was earnestly in love with her feet; and to be honest, she loved every second of it. It was with a great deal of self control that, when Connor was finally done and gave her foot the same kisses as the first, that she held her tongue from complaining and demanding for more. In her mind, she made a note to find an excuse soon for Connor to give her another private session. With or without Julia.


Kiss, kiss, kiss; and then it was over. The best service her foot had ever received in her life.


For Connor, though, he was only half done, as there was another pair of soles that waited for his attention. So focused was he on his task that he barely even noticed how the topic of the girl’s conversations had already changed from clothes to shoes to flowers to cake; but that didn’t matter. Their voices might as well have been background noise for the foot obsessed human who now has a duty to attend to the peacock’s soles.


Remembering how soft and plush Julia’s soles were, Connor tried something a little different. With his hands, he rubbed and massaged Julia’s toes as he pulled them back, stretching her sole until her arches were high and taut, exposed for his hungry tongue. He dragged his nose up Julia’s insteps and gave her a long, deep whiff to remind himself of her elegant scent first, then put his tongue back to work. Connor studiously cared for every last wrinkle and crease, the tip of his tongue tracing them as if a train following tracks to its final destination. The saltiness was there and omnipresent, but also the softness of Julia’s arches, even when pulled completely taut, had the tender texture of high-end desserts, reminiscent of paying an exorbitant price for the privilege of tasting but a mouthful of something that a trained chef spent hours creating.


And there Connor was, having mouthful after mouthful of that exquisite meal served to him on a cushion, looking all scrumptious like, with no limits as to how much he could devour and relish on that grand, rich flavor. Every lick was heaven to Connor, and he took full advantage of the savory treats before him as he lapped it all up.


Julia, unlike Phoebe, was a little more nervous. She had always been the most gracious of all the island residents, and her manner was.. Well, refined. She had always believed that life is a matter of give and take, and she had been given so much. A wonderful island home, to start, and then there was the stellar friendship with Connor and Phoebe; and so when Connor made his request, Julia did at first feel a little weirded out by it. When she thought about it for another second, though, the peacock felt it was only the well-mannered thing to do to reciprocate all the things she had been given by giving Connor the opportunity to do whatever he wanted to, too. They were such good friends, after all. The sniffing and rubbing didn’t bother her; and in fact she quite appreciated the gesture. Yes, odd and just ever so slightly out of the ordinary; but ultimately completely harmless.


Then the licking started, and Julia suddenly had a dozen things running in her mind. She distracted herself with the conversation with Phoebe, mindlessly droning on about cake and tea, then the daily deals at Nook’s Cranny. All the way, though, her brain couldn’t stop processing all the peculiarities of Connor’s… hobby? Interests? Ah, perhaps quirk would be the best way of addressing it. Yes, Connor’s special quirk. Everyone has their own unique quirks, right?


Her face blushed ever so lightly when Connor began licking her soles, and then grew warmer and warmer as he pulled her toes back, massaging her digits and stretching her sole taut while his tongue absolutely went to town on her arches. He licked with so much enthusiasm and spirit that Julia, at one point, kind of admired his bravery for so unabashedly showing himself and his desires in front of her.


But it wasn’t any less embarrassing to be the one being licked and worshiped.


By now, her sole had been completely slick with his saliva, coated evenly also was her toes, and she felt how clean they were by wiggling and curling her pretty digits. It didn’t feel terrible, to be honest. It was a nice, relaxing, soothing feeling to have someone take such great care of her feet; and she doesn't doubt that a comparable massage would have costed her thousands and thousands of bells elsewhere; so she shouldn’t be complaining when she was getting it for free from Connor, who was already so intensely heartfelt about giving her feet this kind of expressive affection to begin with.


Julia questioned whether she was merely putting up with it, or whether she was actually starting to enjoy the treatment. There was a lot of uncertainty that came with the territory, but the one thing she knew for sure was that her friend was having an absolute blast, and for some reason that she didn’t care to explore further, she was completely alright with that. Yes. Connor is one of her dearest friends, and if this one weird harmless quirk is what makes him happy, then so be it. She shouldn’t have any problems with it, either.


Then Connor got more into it, his tongue digging a little deeper into her flesh, and he began a little more rough with the way he handled her foot, until he licked her arches in a way that tickled the peacock. She didn’t even know she was tongue-ticklish until then.


“And, as I was saying, Nook’s Cranny has some of the most ridiculous prices sometimes. Am I right or am I right? Like, like that one time– Heehee! Hee! Connor! Connorrrrrrrr! That tickles, dahling!” Julia giggled as the sudden sensation interrupted her train of thought, her rant about the rising prices poofing into thin air as a smile formed on her face. “Eee! Oh my gosh, Connor! Not there! Hee heehee! You have to.. You have to be gentle, dahling!”


Connor only smiled in return and kissed the spot that sent Julia into a sudden giggle fit, then he pressed his thumbs into her arches and rubbed at it until all the tingling had gone away. While his hands were busy on the peacock’s arches, Connor slipped each of her toes into his mouth in turn and suckled them, caressing them gently with his tongue as he lapped at the digits that curled shyly in his mouth.


Before long, the sudden chiming of the island’s bells from residence services rang in the air, signaling the handover of a new day as midnight passed.


“Oh my, have we really been here for.. For five hours! What a party, Connor, dahling!” Julia turned to look at the window, where she only saw a darkened sky with stars twinkling above.


Reluctantly, Connor finished the worship by licking across the base of Julia’s toes, to which she giggled again as he found another lick-sensitive spot, and then planting a single kiss on each of her digits in the reverse order.


“Hey! Don’t forget about mine, sparky!” Phoebe lifted her feet and rested them atop of Julia’s as a joke, and as the two girls laughed, Connor gave each of her toes another kiss goodnight. ”Heheh! That’s better, Connor. That sure was fun, sparky!”


“Well, you seem to have enjoyed yourself quite a lot, Phoebe, dahling!” Julia wiggled her foot out from under the phoenix, and then flexed her toes. They felt pretty damn good, especially for having been on them for most of the day time. Secretly, Julia wondered to herself if Connor would agree to another session sometime. Oh, that’s silly. Of course he would agree to another session. “Well, in any case, Connor, let’s keep this arrangement between just the three of us, dahling.”


“Yes to that, and also yes Julia, I found that quite relaxing, sparky.” Phoebe patted Connor’s head with her foot before allowing him to stand up again. “Well, I must say, Connor, you’ve outdone yourself! You know, I might have to come back for another round, perhaps after the beach volleyball game later this week. You definitely know your way around a girl’s talons, sparky!”


“If.. if that’s an offer, Phoebe, I’ll take it.” Connor ruffled the hair on the back of his head, and smiled slyly. “I’m really happy to, uh, hear that both of you enjoyed it.”


“Connor, you’re such a sweetheart, dahling!” Julia stood up, then closed in to Connor for a tight hug. The peacock held him in her arms for a good several moments, then squeezed him with affection before letting him go. “Well, it’s getting late, and we better leave before we overstay our welcome. Come, Phoebe, let’s go home, dahling!”


“Oh, I’m sure Connor here wouldn’t object to us staying the night, sparky!” The phoenix joked, only to have Julia pull her up from the sofa in one go. Julia, despite her elegance and grace, was definitely stronger than she lets on. “..And a oop! Well, alright. I guess we’ll be heading home now, Connor. Have a good night, sparky!”


“Yes, dahling!” Julia rotated the doorknob and pulled it open, letting in the crispy night air that carried with it the scent of the ocean and the pear trees. “Sweet dreams, Connor, dahling!”


“Eheh! Don’t you mean ‘feet dreams’, Julia? Heh heh heh– what’s that look for? Oh, you know it was a top tier pun! Good night, sparky!” Phoebe closed the door behind her, and the house was once again quiet with only Connor standing in the living room. Connor collapsed on the sofa that his two friends had just been sitting on, and smiled to himself. Whatever happened when he went to bed doesn’t really matter, because he had already gotten his sweet feet dreams.


Then, looking out the window, Connor saw a sudden flash of light as a shooting star flew by. He jumped out of the sofa and put his hands together, squeezed his eyes shut and made a wish from the very bottoms of his heart.


Starlight, starbright, first shooting star I see tonight.
I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight.


Then, Connor whispered to the twinkling constellations that he might one day have another chance to ask Julia and Phoebe to indulge him, to let him play with their divine soles once more.


And if no request was too extreme, then perhaps they would indulge him a little further than that, too.


=The end=