Sticks From Top to Bottom

         Unbelievable! This place’s temperature could melt a volcano. Don’t believe me? My shirt was so drenched that you’d think I’d jumped into a swimming pool. Nope, blame this humid jungle. I only came here to film some B-roll for this new documentary. I would’ve expected them to have sent a crew, not just one individual. But this studio seemed to run on a strict budget. Even still, the director should’ve known my arms would tire from lugging a heavy camera all day.

         Besides, I had some unpleasant encounters recently. Try having a hidden figure throw a heavy rock at your shoulder. At least I was nearly done with this area.

         In addition to this camera, the thick vines forced me to wield a machete. My history of exploring these territories for fun came into use, as I could slice these nuisances with my eyes shut. Getting inside the jungle was one thing but leaving it would be another. I kept moving forward, for there appeared to be some water.

         “Lucky I didn’t stop filming.” I zoomed the lens. “And I thought oases were exclusive to deserts.”

         Upon entering the area, my ears picked up the waterfall feeding the lake. This could make the perfect resting spot while I reviewed my footage. I’d be immensely pissed if anything was out of focus. Considering the moisture that stained the lens, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.

         “Final warning! Drop that camera!”

         The moment I heard that raspy voice, I pointed my camera upward. The grip on my blade couldn’t be tighter as I carefully danced around the water. Although I couldn’t see anyone, I knew better than to drop my defences. Especially since this was the third time I’d heard that particular voice… Spinning around every couple of seconds proved fruitless. How could I defend myself against an enemy I couldn’t see?

         “If I have to say it again!” The voice came from my right yet faded above.

         “I get paid to film stuff, whoever you are. You gotta force me to dump this thing.”

         A piercing yell rung through my ears, then I hit the ground face-first. This enemy’s weight sent all the air flying out of me. And when I no longer felt a handle in my hand, instincts kicked in. BAM – an elbow straight into the assailant. There was a brief cry but its grip on me only strengthened. Yelling, I forced myself onto my back before kicking this thing off. Now I scrambled for my weapon. Yet just as I lay an inch from reclaiming it, a giant foot stomped on the metal.

         “What in the?” Look at that. This was no human or traditional animal trying to take me out. It was one of those mutated animals like Sonic or the echidna. Big heads, human parts, yet still animals at the core. However, I couldn’t place a finger on what this thing was. Its fur sported orange and brown, and its clothes made it look like it was travelling to the Mystic Ruins.

         “I keep telling you to stop filming me!” the animal yelled, holding up… a boomerang? “You wanna be thick-skulled, mister!?”

         “Look, rabies,” I said, “put your toy down, then we can talk about this.”

         Now it pulled its arm back. Fair enough. I kept my camera rolling on the creature, capturing every eye twitch and growl it made.

         WHOOSH!

         I ducked underneath the boomerang, sliding at the creature’s legs. After bringing it to the ground, I caught the returning boomerang and held it to this thing’s neck. All the while, the creature still appeared in glorious detail on the camcorder’s screen. Though, if it was anything like Sonic, that meant there’d be some relentless stubbornness. As hard as I could, I pushed all my weight on its back.

         “Give me a name,” I finally demanded.

         The animal growled. “Sticks the Badger.” Listening to the voice more clearly, it was safe to assume this was a girl.

         “Badger, huh? Could’ve fooled you for a racoon.” I looked closer at her boomerang while she fidgeted under me. “You regularly attack people coming to mind their own business?”

         “I want nowhere near that recording junk!” She pounded the ground. “It can’t be trusted!”

         “If they couldn’t be trusted, we wouldn’t still be using them a century later, don’t you think?” I flicked her ear. “But if you wanna be a child about it, I suppose we could come to some deal.”

         She gasped, but not from my offer. She immediately felt my hands feeling her back, dropping ever so slowly to where her scratchy pants resided. As soon as I squeezed one of her cheeks, the girl fought to throw me off her. A meaningless effort. It took minutes of me continuing to feel up her backside before she finally sunk her head.

         “What do you want from me, government bully?”

         Huh, if I were a government bully, I’d be rolling in cash. But as for what I wanted, she still couldn’t figure it out yet? It’d been way too long since I got intimate with somebody. And everybody must reexperience the sensation at some time in their lives. Even if a human had to rely on a freaky, mutated badger, a female was still a female. Plus, the longer I looked at her after bringing her onto her feet, I couldn’t get enough of this wacko’s expressions. Always pouty or twitching, but even she knew she’d be dumb to try and escape. Especially with her furry body consuming gigabytes of my camera’s memory.

         Perhaps we could escalate the situation one step at a time. Four steps. I dropped her boomerang and powered down my camera. Then, stepping closer to the girl, I set my hand on her bare shoulder.

Step 1: The Kissing

         “Come here,” I said, driving my face into hers. Her attempts at pushing me back were plentiful, yet she ultimately couldn’t stop my lips from connecting with hers. And wow… Although she had a rough voice, her lips were as soft as snow. Whenever I pulled back to catch my breath, I’d give a soft moan. But she would scrunch her face up and whimper every time I returned.

         When backing up for more than a second, I left her shaking her head.

         “How was that?” I asked, running my finger along her neck.

         “Weird, weird, and weird,” she said, wiping her tongue on her hand.

         Chuckling, I grabbed the back of her head. “Get used to it since it’ll only get weirder from here.”

         Prying her mouth open with my lips, I explored that moist domain as if it was a new home for my tongue. Once I felt hers, my ears perked up. Did I just hear her finally moan? Suddenly, one arm grabbed my shoulder as human and animal exchanged spit with one another. The sharp sensation of some of her teeth gave my tongue an extra challenge to navigate, one that she selfishly didn’t assist with.

         She grabbed my face and twisted her head left and right, giving her an easier time exploring my mouth. And the more I squeezed her fur, the harder she penetrated my mouth. When she pulled back, leaving a saliva string between us, I couldn’t have been any more engaged. Heh, she even had some spit dripping from her muzzle.

         “You’re quite the kisser,” I remarked. “I think you’re getting the hang of this.”

         The girl gagged. “Don’t lie to me! You’re just hypnotising me with some mind-control mumbo jumbo!”

         Well, it seemed she still failed to see the fuller picture. No worries. There remained three more steps to my sex game, and then we’d see if Ms Sticks the Badger was under mind-control.

Step 2: The Breasts

         Our lips locked again, and this time I squeezed my chest against hers as our tongues danced. Her eyes widened once her chest felt a humid touch of the air. Before I could completely slide my hand under her shirt, she grabbed my wrist. Though she shook her head, I nodded with a smile. A little point to the camera on the ground was all it took to convince her.

         After she lifted her arms and I slowly stripped her of her top and necklace, her two friends stared me down. Humpty and Dumpty. My fingers tickle-crawled their way up Sticks’ sides, leading her to quiver. They climbed until each thumb brought them onto a separate breast. And these thumbs bared witness to the stiffest nipples they’d ever seen.

         I applied pressure to her lefty, massaging it like a baker handling dough. But my eagerness told me I had to take a sample of this meal early. Its alluring curves already seduced me, but that nipple…

         Sticks let out a loud cry, grabbing the back of my head. Someone wasn’t expecting me to suck on her boob like a child. I wrapped my hands around her back, stroking her up and down as I licked her hard nipples. But my eyes got wider once I slurped these things with more passion. The taste… It was neutral before, but now there was some sweetness. And I could feel something rushing into my mouth on every suck.

         Milk!? Greatly unexpected, but greatly appreciated. Forget about finding some water. I had all the nourishment I needed right here, from a tall, big-breasted badger woman. I couldn’t have cared less that the texture was somewhat watery because its sweet properties made up for it. It was like someone took a glass of milk, added some honey, then blended them.

         And the more she fluffed my hair, the more I was motivated to suck her dry. She acted like a mother trying to ensure her child was satisfied. Hmm… Her animal instincts must’ve been coming into play now.

         Shifting to the righty, I ignored a massage and jumped straight into licking this breast all over. Not even the nipple, but the fuzzy parts that surrounded it. It was no different than licking some human skin, only with a more ticklish sensation across my lips. At this rate, these mutant creatures were impressing me more than my own species. The females had large and beautiful hands, faces, breasts, and even…

         When I pulled back from sucking this nipple, a long stream of milk continued to flow in my mouth like a skinny fountain. Sticks had her mouth slightly agape, wobbling from side to side.

         “You okay?” I asked.

         “Now I feel gross,” she slowly said before falling on her butt.

         I sat next to her, watching the last bits of milk leak from her. Observing her closer, the jungle’s sunlight highlighted how sweaty she was. And just as importantly, both sides of her muzzle developed a red blush mark. Whoa… I didn’t think my little game would have her on cloud nine so early.

         Our hands found each other right as I spoke. “You know, you’re actually decently pretty.”

         “Don’t use that word.”

         “Alright. You’re cute,” I said, kissing her on her hand. This only made her fidget even more.

         “That word will get you messed up,” she said.

         “You’re beautiful, hot, attractive, pulchritudinous. I’ve got the whole dictionary in here,” I said while pointing to my brain, “so I’ll find a word you like.”

         She burst out in laughter, more like a hyena than a badger honestly. But her extremity got me chuckling along with her, as I continued giving her words to choose from. When Sticks finally looked me in the eyes, I forgot we’d been fighting not ten minutes ago. We went from touching each other aggressively to now poking each other softly. Every time I stroked her fur, she’d purr like a kitten now.

         “Now, how about I take off your shoes?”

         “Huh!? But—”

         I shut her up good with a smooch on the mouth. “You have fascinating hands, so I know you’ll have good-looking feet.”

         Although she trembled again, she gave a simple nod.

         “I’m gonna make them really happy,” I said, crawling to the badger’s great shoes. “If you’ll excuse me.”

Step 3: The Foot Worship

         Each time I gave Sticks a look, she covered her mouth. Too bad it failed to cover up the red on the sides of her muzzle. But no matter how awkward she felt about her feet, they had to be something worth seeing. I grabbed the roughly textured shoes, then heaved. All it took was a bit of elbow grease. Tugging, tugging, tugging…

         POP! POP!

         I tumbled back and one of her shoes planted perfectly on my nose. Not only did the warmth rival that of these outdoor temperatures, but the odour it produced blew me away. I could use any word to describe this scent but “clean”. Just like the rest of this girl’s body, her feet had to be incredibly sweaty.

         Upon gazing at her soles, I jittered and tossed her shoe aside. Where to begin with these? Her toes perfectly descended like stairsteps, and size-wise, the big toe could clog half my mouth. The heels were as plump as one could wish for. She could crush a watermelon with the amount of meatiness they had. And across her entire foot, Sticks’ soles could convince someone with a foot phobia to give feet another chance. Her pronounced arch complimented her heel as another tool great for stomping.

         So enamoured by their appearance, I jumped straight into sniffing her right foot. Her shocked gasp was drowned out by my intense smelling noises. I kept my nose wholly within that toe area, sweeping back and forth like a vacuum hose. Understand this, Sticks exceeded my expectations by leaps and bounds with how intense her feet smelt.

         With my nose shuffling around the deadliest area of the foot, between the wiggly toes, I exposed myself to the strongest source of foot odour. It smelt like a mixture of various foul elements, all culminating in the best foot I’ve ever sniffed. First, it made me think to raw vinegar. Then as I smelt the big toe, I thought of cheese; ripe cheese, imported straight from Spagonia. But right underneath the mass of toes, in that little pocket where they’d all bunch together, my nose took in the best scent of chips imaginable.

         “How do your feet smell so good?” I moaned, trekking my nose down her sole.

         “Good!?” She stammered like a confused kid. “I don’t even clean ‘em regularly!”

         “Ah, well that’d explain it…”

         Along with the addictive odour, her sweaty sole sent a chill down my spine. For as slimy as they felt, how could I not enjoy someone’s feet sticking to my face like glue? Especially if it meant the smell would linger, even when I backed away from the beauties.

         Time to test if the sweat could enhance the taste. As I rubbed the furry top of her foot, kisses decorated it from bottom to top. But the big toe received the special treatment, tasting my lips ten times in a row. Little did it expect that I would drive it in my mouth, where it’d squirm around like a panicked bug. Oh yes… Taint my tongue, you salty toe…

         On the other side, Sticks looked the other way with her lip bitten. Seeing her smile just forced me to lick the digit even harder. Smiling was too easy. I accepted the challenge of making her beg for more.

         My lips went further down on the toe, engulfing it until neither of us saw a millimetre of it. Its saltiness could put any man on cloud nine. It was like licking steaming chicken, hot and everything. And when I shifted the other toes into my mouth like a carousel, that’s when the badger finally flexed her foot around completely. All the toes wiggled, and all the toes scrunched.

         How would she react when I slid my tongue between her third and fourth toes, though? Upon doing this, I felt a jolt of energy. Toe jam! And in a healthy abundance if the thick, creamy texture was anything to go by. Shoe grime and natural toe filth stained my tongue before it travelled down my throat. It left me smacking my lips and craving more, and so I manually spread the other toes to cram my tongue in there.

         “Ooh…” Sticks clenched her fists, shaking her body left and right. As her tits jiggled, she fought to not look at me. Fine.

         I drove all her powerful toes into my mouth. It felt as if someone had stretched my mouth with a dental tool, yet I continued for Sticks. I had to please her… Because of the incredible dimensions of her foot, I choked once the ball of her foot was halfway in my mouth. And it would sit there as I sucked and sucked, waiting to hear her whimper.

         My tongue slapped against the bottom of her foot as well. Tap, tap, tap!

         “AH!” Sticks threw her head back, panting.

         “It’s right there?” I asked, removing her spit-drenched foot out and licking the middle of the ball area. “Mmm-hmm?”

         “Mmm-hmm!”

         Mission accomplished. I had her moaning, grabbing her hair, and cooing in delight while I repeatedly licked the bottom of her foot. Especially when I nibbled on that same area again and again, Sticks clenched her teeth before giggling. Even a badger couldn’t resist the sensation of getting her feet worshipped. In fact…

         “Here,” I said, pulling off my sweat-drenched shirt. “Can you lick your other foot for me?”

         Still losing her mind, Sticks pulled her left foot up to her mouth. The girl’s toes instantly disappeared past her lips while the volume of her moans intensified. And along with her moans, the slurping, and the atmospheric jungle sounds filling the scene, she heard my belt unbuckle. Her brown eyes widened, and yet she remained locked onto her foot like a good girl. Lapping up and down her sole, as if to give it the cleaning it was due days ago.

         “Yeah, between those pretty toes,” I panted, shoving her foot closer into her face. Never did I stop playing with myself as I watched her swallow her own sweaty foot grime in a few licks. When her tongue emerged on the other side, guess who waited for her? Both our tongues worked to clean her foot in unison. I had the fuzzy top, and she had the scrumptious bottom.

         The more my penis tingled, the more it craved to touch Sticks.

         “Wait, wait!” The girl dropped everything to focus on my cock.

         CLAP!

         I let out a cry of delight before looking down. Her big feet sandwiched my cock, and in turn made it tremble. But the sensation was quick to switch once Sticks rubbed her feet on it like a stress toy. If one foot travelled down the shaft, the other foot would go up. Sometimes she’d be nice enough to squeeze the glans with her flexible toes.

         Observing Sticks’ careful movements gave me life. Yet it was when she got on her stomach, stuck her feet in the air, and gave me a reverse footjob that I yelled her name.

         “What’s that?” she asked, picking up the pace. Slap, slap, slap! Her wrinkled soles never failed to massage me. “Hehe, say my name again.”

         “Oh, Sticks…”

         “Again.” And so, she demanded that I keep moaning her name while she jerked me off. Her wet, wrinkled soles were experts in keeping my cock trapped between them. “LOUDER!”

         “I love your feet, Sticks!”

         The badger laughed, releasing my aching cock from her foot trap. Then with a shout, she pounced on me. Under her weight, I submitted as she initiated the sloppy kiss this time. But it only lasted for under half a second before Sticks pulled herself off me. She crawled to my genitals, panting, and let her mighty heels crush my penis. These godly structures could do whatever they wished to me, and I would happily oblige. Back to stroking my cock, they went.

         But upon leaning back, there spawned a warmth around my penis. And more than that, the pressure was tighter, as if there was a suction. Grinning, I simply groaned louder until this badger was giggling.

         With my dick still between her feet, she pushed her face into it and licked away. Slurping it like it had all the nutrients she needed. Whenever her glazed soles pushed my cock in one way or another, she’d follow by bobbing her head with the power of a fighter. Never did she stop for too long, always letting my cock rest in her mouth while she slobbered on it.

         “Don’t forget my balls,” I said, spreading my legs only to feel some licking there as well. Even with hair on them, Sticks lapped them like the creature she was. Straight from my scrotum to the underside of my dick. And as she sucked, the noisy sounds she made with her mouth drove me wild. From slurping to gagging, that roughness in her voice sounded as sweet as could be.

         Despite how much I loved this blowjob and footjob combination, there was more that I needed to do. I’d gotten to the third step, and I wasn’t going to miss out on the fourth one. If Sticks knew what I planned, she wouldn’t want to skip this part, too.

         “Alright. You can stop, baby,” I said, leaning up and rubbing her thick feet. “It’s my turn again.”

Step 4: The Rear

         With my penis fully drenched in saliva and pre-cum, and Sticks being clingier than a magnet, the final act of our lovemaking would commence. But first, she lay on top of me, squirming as my grip tightened around her body. No kissing, no licking, just some comfort and a much-needed break. Yet she still managed to make me tingle from her wet toes stroking my legs.

         “I wanna…” she panted. She then set her head on my chest, letting out a deep moan.

         “Can you take off your pants?” I whispered in her ear. “Then get on your hands and knees.”

         Some dirt flew in the air as Sticks’ pants hit the ground, with the panties not far behind. If you could see a naked, mutant badger stretch over your body, it would change your life. And watching her get in this naughty position – toes scrunched and ass in the air – gave me the boost I needed to finish this act. I gave my cock a few more strokes, prepping it for this surreal experience.

         “Hey, you gotta spread your legs,” I said, tickling her right buttcheek. “Come on, come on.”

         “I heard ya,” she said, spreading her ass wide for me to explore.

         It was time.

         First, she felt my cock squeezing at the entrance hole, trying to wriggle its way in. Then she felt it ram in, but ultimately only the head made it. The third time, Sticks curled her fingers and toes. Because as I slowly lost sight of my cock past her buttocks, her insides were filled with a heavy pressure. It travelled deep enough where the bottom of my stomach brushed against Sticks’ rump. In the span of three seconds, the badger let out a whimper, purr, and giggle.

         “Get ready,” I warned, slapping her ass. “I’ll start slow.”

         Just as I said that, I forcefully thrust my hips. Like the animal she was, she went from growling in pleasure to outright cooing. Her bubbly butt bounced against my cock like a ball, treating my cock to a massage better than her blowjob. For someone seemingly inexperienced with intimate contact, Sticks was a pro at flexing her muscles. The warm asshole clenched on me like a snake choking its prey.

         “Deeper!” She kicked her leg out, purring at a great volume. “Stop being soft!”

         If I went any deeper, I would’ve broken her ass completely. But a demand was a demand. So, I gripped her tightly and rammed my cock as far as her ass would swallow it. She let out a scream, then asked me to keep going while she groaned. Wow, what an experience! Feeling her furry butt grace my skin heightened what would otherwise be plain sex with a human.

         Now doing a circular motion in her butt, I prepared her for my upcoming ejaculation. “You wanna be a good girl, baby?”

         “Y-Yes!”

         I ran my hand down her sweaty back. “Want me to fill your butt?”

         “Do it! Fill me now!” she yelled, clapping her cheeks harder against my body. I didn’t even need to thrust harder, for she immediately sent me into orgasm mode. My body froze, then spasmed heavily as my energy spiked. Sticks must’ve sensed the heat flooding her ass like a tsunami. Squirt after squirt, the sticky substance pooled inside of her. One after the other, her gasps intensified as she quivered.

         While I slowly retracted my penis from the badger, she shook her ass like it was on fire. Then she sat on her knees, wiggling her creamy toes while something magical occurred. After spreading her ass, my massive show of love dripped onto her bare soles.

         “Oh boy…” She panted heavily, shaking her ass with more force to allow her soles to be caked in semen.

         “Looks like someone enjoyed herself a little too much, huh?” I reached for my pants. “Can’t say I was expecting to tame a badger like this, but unpredictability makes my job fun.”

         She wiggled her toes, chuckling faintly. After the sticky substance stopped leaking, I marvelled at the results. It was like staring into a beautiful, white pool. Then my eyes ascended her sweat-drenched body until reaching her blue irises. The girl gave me a smirk, then licked her lips.

         “Hey, you never told me your name,” Sticks said, finally catching her breath.

         Well, now she has it. And if she ever thinks of leaving that jungle environment, she’ll know exactly how to contact me. This is a day that I shall never forget.