"Perfect! You can smell my feet!" the red echidna says excitedly. He flashes a dominant smirk, "And while you're at it, you can be my personal footslave! How does that sound!"
"Wait? What's that supposed to mean?" you ask.
"It means I like to rub my stinky feet on you when I'm bored. Maybe you'd like to lick them if you're feeling brave?"
"Oh, okay then," you mumble in a barely audible voice, "I always kinda liked your feet Knuckles so I don't really know where to start..."
Knuckles shuffles closer to you, and takes off his red and yellow boots. He places both of his bare red feet on your lap, letting the strong and moist cheesy smell linger in the air around you, "Yeah? Well how about you give me a foot massage?"
You nod and slowly rub his feet, making sure to cover every spot from his rough but tender soles to his dirty unwashed toes. You massage them for an hour, occasionally taking a whiff of that sweaty foot smell goodness. While all of this was happening, Knuckles laid back to close his eyes and relax. He moaned in pleasure every few minutes but was otherwise silent throughout the entire massage. Eventually, you were too tired to continue, especially since that activity turned you on a little. Knuckles retracts his feet from you.
"Hey, that actually felt good," he says, opening his eyes.
"Glad you liked it," you say, as you rub your hands together, "You have nice feet."
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