The smallish room beyond is somewhat different than you had anticipated. Or, indeed, given your experiences, anything you reasonably could have had anticipated: The sides are lined with rows of feet.
Poking directly out of the walls, coloured a subdued blue, are countless sets of Scaly feet, all mounted on wooden plaques like just so many hunting trophies. Bi-tri-quad-and quint clawed feet are all represented in abundance, and come in countless sizes and varieties. One pair of pudgy green specimens which rest alone against the far wall are large enough to make a comfortable chair, and are orientated that they might have been intended to be used as such.
Awed by the sheer scale of the perfect green soles, you approach in a daze. You intentionally flick your tail over the various prepared soles as you pass, dispelling any suspicions you might have had that they might not have been organic as you feel them squirm in your wake, various clawed soles tugging pointlessly as the restraints holding them back.
Your designated targets are almost as big as you are and thoughtfully arrayed at an angle. The ending halves of the toes are embedded in the floor, while the back end of the heel is trapped in the wall, using the angles of the room itself as an ample restraint. The arches are so deep that you could sit in them like a chair. They must be super-sensetized if they rarely actually touch the ground... You think, reaching out a clawed hand to explore the region and test you're hypothesis. Before you even make contact, the entire fleshy green expanse trembles slightly, making an obvious but highly futile attempt to contract and pull away. What? You're kidding me! If the skin-thickness level is at all relative to the size of these babies, not to mention how all the extra weight of whatever they're supposed to be attached to might have increased the toughness level beyond the norm, then the owner must be ticklish as hell. I didn't believe that anything could be that ticklish. You think in awe. Only one way to find out.
You dip you're claws against the soft flesh, feeling it shudder and yield slightly under your fingers. The entire foot shakes and trembles with barely-suprressed strength and conviction as you tease it, swirling your claws in increasingly expansive random patterns. The whole thing is impressively soft, and incapable of offering the slightest resistance to your merciless, relentless hands, which explore every inch of the exposed soles. You delight in the way you can gently trace your hands over it and feel is shake, seeing the individual muscles and tendons flex as it pulls on the very floor, unable to offer the slightest resistance or objection to your crawling hands.
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