Judy Hopps in Foot Worship Fun (& poll closes TONIGHT!)

Another foot fetish commission, this one featuring Judy Hopps from Zootopia.

& vote in the new poll!  I'm closing it tonight so the story can be out on Friday: https://www.patreon.com/posts/what-kind-of-you-36742102

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“Stop it, Fang!”

Judy Hopps laughed as her friend carried her up the stairs, giggling as she swayed din his arms.  The white wolf chuckled, and winked at her with his one good eye.  “Such a charmer,” the rabbit teased, smiling.

They reached the top of the stairs, and Fang turned the corner, into their bedroom.  The wolf gently put her down on their large, soft bed.  Judy sat up and went to the edge, letting her feet hang down to the floor.  “So, what’s next?” the rabbit asked.

Fang smiled.  “Well,” he said, “Do you have any ideas?”

Judy smiled.  She noticed the way he was staring down at her sexy, three-toed feet.  “Actually, I do.”  She spread her toes, which made Fang’s eye widen.  “I want you to worship my feet.”

Fang hesitated.  “Well. . .”

“Come on, please!” Judy said, smiling up at her friend.  “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, promise.”

The wolf nodded.  “Alright.”

Fang knelt down in front of Judy, reached out his paws, and began to give her feet a massage.  Gently but firmly, he kneaded his fingers into her skin and fur, pressing hard against bridge of her lovely feet.  Back and forth, back and forth, a steady rhythm of reverence that went on for quite a few minutes.

Once Fang finished the massage, the preamble was complete.  Things were about to truly begin.

He leaned down to her left foot, and kissed her big toe, ever so gently.  The toes wiggled upon his touch, but did not refuse the kiss.  So Fang continued, pressing kisses against each toe, one by one, and then moved to the rest of the foot.  He smooched the bridge he had just massaged, then made his way upward: moving to the ball of her foot, to the sides, and ending at Judy’s heel.  He brushed his lips against her ankle, and then his touch retreated.

Now it was time for the other foot.  He sucked the right foot’s big toe, his tongue brushing against the nail.  Once that toe was thoroughly moistened, he moved on to the next, sucking gently and letting his tongue explore her toe, prodding here and licking there.  He went to each toe, one by one, until finally, he released her third toe and looked up at Judy, an expectant look on her face.

“Finish it up,” Judy ordered with a smile, lifting her feet from the ground and wiggling her toes.  Fang immediately obeyed, and he stuck out his tongue.  Slowly, he began to lick the rest of her foot, his tongue gently brushing against her soft skin.  He loved the feeling of her fur going up as his tongue came across it, and his saliva moistened it.  He moved across her foot until he reached her heel: he sucked on it one last time, and then released.

The rabbit smiled down at Fang, and wiggled her toes one last time.  “Excellent job,” she said, crossing her legs.  “I expect nothing less from my best friend—you did great.”

Fang smiled.  “Thank you.”

“No, thank you, Fang.”