Instagram Eats the Sole (Aggretsuko foot story)

"Five, ten, twenty-five..." the red panda, Retsuko, counted out to herself, as she actually did the work her boss had assigned her, "blue, applesauce..."

Meanwhile, Fenneko, in typical Fenneko fashion, was on her phone and deeply investigating every picture on Instagram she could come across. Every so often, she would look up from her phone to a desk near her, and mutter to herself, "Selfie, dessert, latte art..."

At the same time, the gold-digging suck up, Tsunoda, was doing nothing but taking selfies at her desk. Since she stroked the boss's ego like absolutely nothing else, she was allowed to remain outside of the barrage of accounting work handed out.

"OH TSUNODAAA, COME ON DOWN THE HALL TO MY OFFICE," a deep, raspy voice rang out.

Retsuko knew that awful, awful voice. In her twenty-five years of existing, she had never dreaded the sound of a voice more than that.

It was her boss, the sack of fatty bacon, Ton. An apt name, to be sure. But Tsunoda seemed rather happy to hear the jiggling belly and legs bellowing out for her.

After turning her phone camera downwards and taking a picture under her desk, she finished up her photo-op and got out of her chair, skipping towards the boss's office.

All in all, it was a rather normal day for the overworked red panda. But for the sake of making enough money to live in the hellishly expensive city, she had to keep her mouth shut and allow the boss to bully her. She'd become almost used to the piles and piles of paperwork.

"HEY. CALENDAR," the same voice suddenly bellowed from his office, causing Retsuko to jump out of her chair briefly.

"Dear God, what does he want..." Retsuko murmured to herself, reminding herself not to switch souls with a fax machine to please him. She dragged herself down to the office.

"Sigh...yes, Ton?"

"I'm not payin ya to whine. Now, as you and Tsunoda both know, today I start my vaca-errr, 'business trip' to Hokkaido for three days," he said, idly shoving a bag of golf clubs down and out of sight.

Thank God for that, the overworked red panda thought to herself. "Sooo what'd you call me in for?"

Ton's face slowly curled up into a malicious grin. "Me and my favourite little deer here have been talking, and we've decided that Tsunoda's gonna be BOSS for that time. How's that sound?" The social media-addicted doe squealed and blushed, leaping up and down. "Yaaaaay, I have the best boss everrrr!!"

"Whaaaaa?! You're leaving HER in charge? But...but...you'd NEVER..." Retsuko whined, her jaw dropping in utter bewilderment. Tsunoda leapt up onto Ton's desk, sitting at the corner and crossing her legs.

"Don't worry Retsi, I'll keep the place running! Mister 'I can handle everything' needs his rest, doesn't he now?" she cooed, stroking the quadruple chin of her big boss.

"Hehehehe, yeahh, you know it...AHEM. You can ask Calendar for help if you ever need it. Don't worry, she LOVES to do all the work around here," Ton sneered. A bead of sweat travelled down the red panda's face, and she trembled with rage. Slowly, her brain filled itself with a screamo track as a stress relief.

"YOU'RE GONNA LEAVE FOR A GOLF VACATION
AND TSUNODAS GONNA LEAD THIS ACCOUNTING FORMATION
I DON'T WANNA DO HALF THE WORK IN THIS OFFICE
GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE OR YOUR JAW GETS MY SOFT FIST

SHITTY BOOOOOOOSSSSS!!!!!!!
SHITTY BOOOOOOOSSSSS!!!!!!!"

A moment later, after calming down from her subconscious rage, she realised that the slab of pork who lives up to his name was gone from the office, and a pile of extra paperwork was now in her arms. In his place was the tiny little doe, sitting on his comfortable chair, her legs up on his desk. Again, Tsunoda was doing nothing but taking pictures of herself.

"Uhm...isn't Ton gonna get mad at you for, you know...not working?" Retsuko said, as Tsunoda took a picture of her crossed thighs. She shook her head, giggling.

"It's ok Retsi, I don't have to do any work. You know that, right?"

"But...but...this is a whole nother thi-" Retsuko tried to exclaim, before being cut off by a flash in her direction. "Are you even listening to me??"

The doe grinned and pointed at the pile of paper under Retsuko's arm. "Don't you have some work to get done? I mean...I could keep Ton in line with almost anything I do...and I mean ANYTHING," she replied, licking her lips.

The young red panda grimaced, shaking her head. Suddenly, Tsunoda bounced up off her chair happily and squealed, "Ooooh, this thigh pic got DOUBLE the likes of the last one!"

Retsuko slowly, discreetly placed the pile of paperwork that was as heavy as her body onto the floor. That Christmastime when she fell into the Instagram rabbit hole still nagged her every now and then, and hearing a simple thigh picture getting so many likes, so quickly...got her curious. Just a little. Enough to slip away from her work for a minute.

She peeked around the corner of Ton's desk. "Huh? What is it, Retsi? You wanna see my thighs?" Tsunoda giggled, causing her cheeks to become rosy.

"Nonono, nothing like that, I just wanna...see the amount of likes you got," Retsuko said, shaking her head. Tsunoda's phone was thrust right up to her face. She took the phone in her hands, her eyes going wide at the number. Over three thousand likes, and no less than two hundred comments. She could JUST make out a white piece of cloth below her coworker's short skirt, and could see how soft the thighs were. If only RETSUKO could get that sort of attention...

Tsunoda grabbed her phone back. "See? Don't you remember how fun this was? You should give it another try sometime, I'll even follow you if you doooo..."

The little red panda sighed. "But how do YOU get so many followers?"

"Oh, pfffft, you don't get all those likes and comments by posting NATURE SCENES, Retsi...you have to try other things. Look at how my thigh pics do compared to things like selfies or desserts," Tsunoda explained, showing her coworker the phone again.

As Retsuko scrolled through the hundreds of pictures, she realised that the more...revealing, or sexy, pictures usually had double or triple the likes. Her meal posts from last year didn't even come close.

"See? Now, YOU gotta try posting stuff like that..." the young doe said, with a suggestive wink.

Retsuko quickly handed the smartphone back, blushing. "I-I'm NOT gonna post my thighs! That feels so...wrong!!" Retsuko said, picking up her paperwork.

"Suit yourself, Retsi...but if you want those followers, you'll have to try that stuff..."

She sat back down at her desk next to her friend, Fenneko, a bead of sweat running down her face.

"Alright, what happened? Ton told us Tsunoda was the boss while he goes out golfing," Fenneko said.

"I...don't wanna talk about it," Retsuko murmured, pulling out her phone to distract herself. She ignored Fenneko's probing questions, and focused on pulling up Tsunoda's Instagram. Picture after picture she scrolled through, the envy eating away at her, little by little.

They're just thighs, why would she get so many likes for them? That's not fair. There's gotta be stuff I can post that doesn't need me to get naked, or show off another pair of thighs...She thought to herself.

"Don't tell me...did she get you into social media again?" Fenneko whispered in her ear, causing her to jolt and lose her train of thought. "She did, didn't she? Don't do it, remember what happened last time..."

"I know, I know...sigh...I'm better than her, I don't need it...let's just get to work..."

The rest of the day went by in a blur, and Retsuko actually managed to leave the office on time. While she was at her small, messy apartment, Tsunoda's words wouldn't stop ringing in her head.

Now YOU gotta try posting stuff like that...

She plopped into her bed, fully dressed in her work uniform. She was too tired to even kick off her black dress shoes, and just decided to cover herself up and shut her eyes.

Half an hour later...

Despite tossing and turning, and her exhaustion from the excessive paperwork, Retsuko couldn't get any shut-eye. Was it because she had her uniform on? Was it because she didn't bother to eat upon arrival back home?

No, it was because of those dreadful selfies and thigh pics, and their excessive amount of likes. "Ugghhh," the frustrated red panda groaned, throwing off the covers, "fine, brain, I'll just try a FEW..."

After flicking on the lights, Retsuko decided to follow Tsunoda's example. One pic of her face. One of...her chest, tightly fitted by her blue and white uniform. Facepalming in shame, she decided to snap a photo of her thighs pressed together as well. And finally, she took one picture of her lower legs, and her dress shoe-clad feet crossed over one another.

"Why am I even DOING this..." Retsuko wondered aloud, captioning each of her photos in the order she took them.

Good to be home from work!
Can't WAIT to get this off...
Ugh, my legs are SO tired...
Mmm, a foot rub sounds so nice now!

"There, brain, are you happy?! I put 'em up, now you can have your attention TOMORROW."

Sighing and blushing, Retsuko managed to close her eyes this time, and actually get enough sleep to function properly.

The next day...

A groggy red panda opened her eyes, yawning adorably. She stretched out and left the safety of her bed, brushed her teeth and ate a bowl of ramen as a quick breakfast. And then...she found herself on the crowded subway to her torture chamber (A.K.A. Work).

While Retsuko waited for the train car to reach her building, she decided to check her Instagram (Retsuko1106), to see how her pictures did. Did they get a lot of likes, like Tsunoda? Was what she told Retsuko a big steaming pile of garbage?

To her great surprise, and embarrassment, Tsunoda was absolutely correct. The further down her body she went, the more likes and comments she got. What surprised her the most, however...was the unbelievable amount of comments and likes on the picture of her feet.

"I would rub them for you."
"Show us more!"
"I bet your toes are just so cute!"
"I need some Retsi soles in my life!"

Her beady little eyes went as wide as dinner plates, and her face began to heat up. She gently curled her toes in her shoes, sitting down to process what she was seeing.

If that picture of my feet got THAT many likes...maybe I can do it again?

She quickly squeezed through the crowd and managed to find her way to a seat. After sitting herself down, she turned her phone downwards and took another picture of her shod feet, one of the soles on top of the other, and put it on her account quickly, excitedly.

Not even three minutes passed by, and she already had over one hundred likes and twenty comments. She clenched her fists and silently squealed happily.

It worked! It worked!!

Finally, she arrived to her workplace, skipping into the elevator and back out again when it reached her floor. Into her usual seat she sat, getting to work.

Until Thigh-Pic's voice rang out through the office.

"Oh Retsiiii, come to my office!!" sang Tsunoda, beckoning her along. Fenneko, who was sitting right next to her, shook her head in disappointment as Retsuko skipped off to see her.

"Oh, you poor girl...you just couldn't resist the allure of men's attention..." she said.

She arrived in Ton's (now Tsunoda's) office, sitting down with a barely-hidden grin on her face. "Yes, Tsunoda?"

The little doe giggled. "You took my advice, huh? I think you posted some...appealing selfies, no wonder they got so many likes!"

"Hehehehe, I guess I did..."

She stood up behind the desk. "They were good, yeah, but they just weren’t…teasy enough...can I see your phone? I promise I'll help you get more likes, just trust me."

Retsuko cautiously handed over her phone to the office gold-digger. "Now, c'mon and sit in this chair," she instructed, and Retsuko obeyed. She never thought she would sit behind the boss's desk, let alone take pictures for social media behind it...

Suddenly, Tsunoda put her hooves on Retsuko's legs, lifting them up on top of the desk.

"Hey, wh-what are you-"

"Shhhh, just trust me on this..." Tsunoda said, sitting on top of the desk, right near Retsuko's feet. She then carefully unbuckled one of her shoes, allowing Retsukos heel to pop out. Her polished article of footwear dangled off her inner left toe, and gently swung back and forth.

Retsuko's mind was racing. She'd thought that just posting pictures of her feet HER way was enough...but did it have to come to putting up INTENTIONALLY teasing pictures?

Despite her hands covering her cheeks, she remained still as Tsunoda took photos of her dangling footwear, and of the top of her left foot. And with one last picture of both her feet, she was finished.

"There ya go, now lemme just post these...'Ton doesn't deserve a boss like me', yeah, that's good..."

"Wait wait, don't post that!! I could get fired f-"

"Done. Just you wait, Retsi, the likes w-..." the gold digging doe cut herself off.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"WHY DO YOU HAVE OVER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOUSAND YEN IN YOUR ACCOUNT?!" Tsunoda exclaimed, bouncing up and down.

Retsuko was completely bewildered. "Whaaaaaat?!? What are you even on about? I barely have that much in my BANK ACCOUNT..."

Tsunoda practically smashed Retsuko's phone into her face. "LOOK. YOUR 'THANK YOU' SECTION."

"Thank you section...?" Retsuko wondered aloud, taking back her phone. It took a few seconds for the numbers to register in her mind, and she skipped back out of Tsunoda's temporary office, without another word to the incredibly envious doe.

"FENNEKOOOOOO!!" she shouted, much to the confusion of the other office staff. Except Haida. He knew this was a normal day for her.

"What? What's got you so excited this time?" the fennec vixen replied, as if she never even heard her scream.

"You know how I get like, maybe a few dozen likes for every pic on my Instagram? Well CHECK THIS OUT!" Retsuko said, handing Fenneko her phone.

Slowly, her soulless black eyes realised what they were seeing. Hundreds, thousands of likes, the comments about how the thirsty guys want to see more of her feet...and the piles and piles of cash.

"It...it's begun once again...Instagram will devour your soul...all the money they se-wait, all the money...? ALL THAT MONEY?!?" she exclaimed, upon doing a double take at the 'thank you' section.

"Yyyyup! Now I'm making more yen than I do here!!" Retsuko said, rather quietly this time. Fenneko grimaced and grabbed the red panda's shoulders, staring into her eyes.

"Please. As a friend, I'm telling you. This only leads to disaster. Stop this now."

Retsuko shook her head happily, quickly placing her phone under her desk and snapping a picture of Fenneko's soft, fuzzy feet, caged up in her flats. "C'moooon, it'll be ok! What's the worst that could happen? Here, watch this..." she said, posting the picture before Fenneko could stop her.

After a few seconds of skirmishing over the phone, Retsuko placed her little hand over Fenneko's face.

"Would you-" the disturbed fox started.

"Hold that thought, LOOK!" Retsuko pointed out. The picture of her friend's feet (as well as some of hers) under the desk had gotten fifty percent more likes than her feet alone. And the donations were flowing in.

"...Maybe, MAYBE one isn't so bad...or one more, as long as we split the future cash...Maybe then we could finally LEAVE this dump..." she said in a low voice.

"Here here, sit next to me for a sec then...I promise we'll get more for this..." Retsuko said, pulling her friend to her side. "Can you, uhh, make some sort of...lewd...pose with your feet?"

Fenneko's look towards the red panda said exactly what she thought. "Really...? How do you even DO that? I mean, for some money, sure...but like this?"

Her bare legs crossed over one another, one of her flats falling to the office floor. Her small, fuzzy foot exposed, she placed it on top of her other foot, still in her office flat. "Is this what you mean? Of course it is, that's what you did."

"Not quite that...bare, but I suppose now it's a good time to stop teasing!" Retsuko said, entwining one of her soft thighs with her friends, causing her to blush a little. Retsuko once again unbuckled her shoe, but this time, allowing it to fall off to expose her equally-small foot. She placed it side by side with Fenneko's, and took many photos from different angles.

Besties letting 'em breathe at work!

Not even ten minutes later, hundreds of guys who were desperate to see a bare foot or two were throwing yen at the pair of accountants like they were on a pole right in front of them. The comments didn't disappoint, either.

"Who's the tan one? She's so cute!"
"Your best friend has the most adorable feet!"
"You and the tan one look so perfect together!"

Fenneko and Retsuko looked into each others' eyes. The dead-souled Instagram cop's tail began to wag, and her face flushed a deep red. Retsuko, on the other hand, had the biggest smile on her face since she met Tadano a while back.

"You'll tell NO ONE it's me with you doing this, or I'll paint dicks on your thighs..." A blushing Fenneko growled, poking her friend in her right breast.

"Ow! Ok, ok, I'll keep it on the down-low..." Retsuko responded.

She couldn't focus on her work for the rest of the day. All she could think about was how much love she was receiving over the Internet, and she was missing out on much of it because of her work.

Every opportunity she got, she would post pictures of her feet.

One of herself sitting in her chair, her legs pulled upwards to rest, and both of her soles facing sideways. Her hand was gently stroking the bottoms of her soft little feet for the camera.

Another one, with her toes interlocked with Fenneko's.

And another, showing Retsuko's hands holding onto Fenneko's left foot.

After unbelievable amounts of pics were posted, it was time to leave her miserable job. No yoga class for Retsuko, however. She had to go and buy a new pair of shoes. Several, in fact. The amount of money she'd received...it had to be put to good use.

She skipped off to a nearby shopping mall and bought several pairs of shoes, leggings, and socks to show off, and rode the subway right back to her apartment, barely able to contain her excitement.

It didn't take long before she began to take more pics. She sat on the side of her bed and tried on her new high-heels, which were...less than ideal on a pair of small, stubby feet like hers, but she was able to find a pair that fit her. And she started her photo op with them on.

Next, she tried on her new pair of sandals, that completely exposed her feet, taking many pictures with them on. Toes curled. Tops of feet rubbing together. The right one falling off, and the left.

Retsuko took another with her legs crossed, in nothing more than a pair of cyan polka-dotted socks that were one size too small. This allowed the curves of her feet to be identified, and fawned over.

Finally, she decided to take a video of herself. She sat on her knees, with her tightly-socked feet placed over top of one another. Painfully slowly, her hand peeled one of the socks off, exposing more and more of the sole, until it finally slung off of her three toes.

The other sock was discarded in a similar manner, her toes grasping the entrance of the sock as she got off her knees. She raised one of her bare legs for the camera, allowing the tight sock to dangle off her inner toe for a little. And then, she grabbed the hanging sock with her other set of toes, tossing it away and wiggling her toes invitingly.

"Oh lord, must...survive...November!"
"I wish she would wear those sandals at MY workplace!"
"Not fair! I wanna cum all over her socks!"
"If she took 'em off like that in front of me, I'd be totally under her spell..."

She was grinning from ear to ear as she ate her dinner, just watching the amount of followers rise through the roof, and the amount of money donated get heavier and heavier. It'd barely been two days, and she was already making more money than she did in a MONTH of working for Ton.

The red panda fell asleep that night, quite satisfied with the level of attention she was getting. She made a mental note to thank Tsunoda for the advice she gave...and to give Fenneko some of what was dropped into her bank account.

The next morning, for the first time in quite a while, Retsuko actually woke up feeling rested and ready for work. This was despite being called in on her usual day off. But first...a foot pic. Maybe two, or three, before she left her apartment for the day.

The ride on the subway was, as usual, crowded and sweaty, but Retsuko never felt better than this. She was wearing her new socks from yesterday underneath her work shoes, so she took an opportunity to capture another image of her glorious peds. And the likes came flowing in.

On the way down the hall to work, the secretary of the CEO, Washimi, and her friend, Director Gori, strode past Retsuko in their 'baddest bitch' walk and waved hello as usual, but tilted their heads in confusion as they were ignored. Their 'younger sister' was too busy, taking pictures of her own feet as she walked to her office. They were able to tell due to the flash not having been turned off from the previous night.

"I've...seen this before..." Washimi said to herself, "Retsuko, you poor soul...I've gotta stop this."

"She doesn't...hate us, right? Naahhh, she can't...is she taking pics of her...feet?"

"No doubt. Last year around Christmas, she craved attention just like this. But...last time, it was just selfies and food pictures. Now? She's turning to that little doe she works with. Tsunoda."

"So how're we gonna stop it this time? She needs some help."

The secretary bird pulled out her phone, flicking on the camera. "Come with me, I have a plan. It'll finish at the karaoke club."

They took off after the red panda, ignoring whatever CEO Shachou could have wanted. It wasn't like he would actually punish the two for lateness.


Meanwhile, in an uncharacteristically quiet office (thanks to it being the weekend) Retsuko was chatting with Fenneko about how much she was earning, and Fenneko was thinking of ideas to manipulate the most desperate of guys on Instagram.

Since it was still Ton's little golf trip, both of the little accountants had stolen the boss's fortified wine from his desk, and decided to have a little drink at work together. It may have been expensive, but both of them agreed to frame Tsunoda for the theft. It wasn't like Ton would do anything about it anyway.

Fenneko downed her glass of pricey imported wine in less than three seconds, her head swaying slightly. She was still able to coherently say, "...And I guess, if we did something like this..." Fenneko said, pulling Retsuko's foot up on her thigh and removing her shoe and sock, "a little teasy video where we show off your curves..." she continued, running her small finger from Retsuko's heel to her toes, over the gently curved arch. "We'll be outta this dump in no time."

Retsuko took a rather large sip out of her glass, biting her lip and blushing. She was giggling slightly and pulling her foot away from her friend's grasp, but Fenneko kept a firm hold on it. Her finger traced in figure eights from her heel to arch, causing Retsuko's toes to scrunch and her to cover up her chortles.

"Ok ok okehehehe!! W-we'll do it! Just...nnghahaha...." the ticklish red panda giggled, her hands trembling as she took out her phone, handing it over to the disturbed fennec fox.

Fenneko lowered the camera under the desk, propping up both of Retsuko's bare feet up on her thighs. Retsuko took a deep breath and focused her efforts on her work, her cheeks glowing red as Fenneko began to run the backs of her hands along her soles.

"Wow. Look at these feet, always trapped in work attire. Sad, huh? They could use a little affection. I bet she would LOVE to have someone...doing stuff to them," Fenneko murmured quietly for the camera. Retsuko's mind was racing, her heart palpitating at the thought of more things done to them. But her friend decided to turn up the steam a little, once again running her forefinger up the curve of her arch.

"Hahahahahahaha. Lookit the lil'...the lil'...somefin, an' her toes..." Fenneko said, after pouring herself another glass of expensive wine, and downing it like it was water.

It wasn't long before the gentle torment of Fenneko's finger couldn't be ignored anymore, the tip of it sliding up from her lower sole, to the spaces between her toes. She drew small heart shapes with her claw, just to enthrall the viewers even more.

Retsuko couldn't help but laugh, finishing off another glass of Ton's wine. "Y-youre soooo cute when you're drunk-nnngggaahahaha...huh...!"

Her legs suddenly began to tighten, and it wasn't just because of the giggling. Something...was making her warm inside, something about her friend's soft touch on some of her most closed off, private areas. And the sight of Fenneko's soft feet, rubbing against each other, completely bare...blurring a little, as if to become closer to her own feet...

Her lips trembling in an effort to contain her laughter, she curiously reached down to Fenneko's left foot under the desk they sat at, and grabbed hold of it, pressing her thumbs into her incredibly supple soles.

"Heyyyy, wha' gives, I'm taking the vi-aaahhhh, that...actually feelsh nice..." Fenneko moaned out. Her toes curled back and forth at Retsuko's touch, and she set the phone by her side, the alcohol making her forget to turn off the recording.

Meanwhile, the overworked red panda curiously felt her friend's left foot all over. The soles were curvy and well-kept, the toes were small and adorable like Retsuko's, and the tops were firm, and had a warmth to them that made herself feel just as warm...but in a rather inconvenient area, especially for the office.

-

Gori and Washimi peered into the office Retsuko was working in, and Washimi quickly turned on her phone camera.

"Are you seeing this right now?" Gori whispered. "Instagram was eating her soul, and now it's eating her sole!!"

Washimi put a wing to her mouth. "I have a CAMERA, I'm getting all this on video...now, we have to talk to her about this..."

"Yeesh, what brings them here anyway? It's the weekend, Retsuko doesn't normally...oh, it's that bag of fat, Ton, isn't it...I oughta smack him upside the triple chin..."

"Quadruple," corrected Washimi.

"Golly gee...are they...DRUNK AT W-" Washimi had to quickly shush her friend again, but luckily, the two foot-entranced lovers were too intoxicated to notice anything peeking in on them.

-

"Hahahahahahahaha," Fenneko's familiar, empty laugh rang out through the abandoned office. Retsuko's claws gently explored the surfaces of Fenneko's warm, soft feet, in return for her doing the same. Retsuko was enduring Fenneko's touch well, but the Instagram cop was barely able to last even a minute.

"T-ticklish, huh? Thats sooooo adorable...Nnnghh...." Retsuko chuckled, pulling Fenneko's other foot up on her lap. Fenneko's tail started to wag back and forth, and her face turned red. She clenched her teeth to stop her endless giggling, skating her fingers all across the soles of her overworked friend.

"Hahahahahahahaha. At leasht I'm n-not getting off to my feet being tickled...heyyyy, what would uhm...Hai...Haida think of ya gettin' off to your friend?

"Eeeehehehehe!!" Retsuko laughed, unable to look Fenneko in the eyes. She was absolutely right. But how was she able to spot that? Was she staring under her uniform to check for wet patches?

"I dun' think he'd care...long as I'm no' with a mahahahan..." Retsuko giggled, taking an additional swig of the wine. Maybe the alcohol would get her mind off the teasing and tickling.

She attempted to ignore the dampness between her legs, and Fenneko's agile claws dragging across the gentle curve of her soles and through her toes. Neither her own willpower or the drink was working, so she instead opted to drive her claws into Fenneko's feet as hard as she could. She wildly scratched at the light tan feet, starting with directly under her toes.

Fenneko burst out into her trademark soulless giggles, and retaliated by pressing all of her claws at once into Retsuko's right arch as if they were probes, searching for any weak spots by just barely moving in any direction. Retsuko's legs crossed and her knees jerked upwards slightly, closing one eye. Her giggles were now mixed in with very obvious moans of bliss, as well as small grunts every now and then.

"Hahahahayougonnacumn-hahahahaha," Fenneko giggled, managing to pull her adorable feet free of Retsuko's grasp. She slowly slidoff the chair and continued to tickle the poor red panda. "I bet this is gonna get ya over the edge, lil' freak...but dontcha dare tell anyone."

She lowered herself under the desk beneath Retsuko's quivering feet, and leaned upwards. Her face pressed up against the milk chocolate-hued soles, and her tongue dragged quite firmly along the center between her arches, and pushed up through the spaces between Retsuko's toes.

Retsuko's trembling hands reached below her skirt and pushed into her panties, rubbing herself furiously. She sweat profusely as she felt her friend's tongue gliding over her adorable bare feet, and not a minute later, as Fenneko predicted, she was indeed pushed over the edge, into the most powerful orgasm of her life.

As a favour to her friend (or in a drunken state of pure lust), Fenneko continued to taste Retsuko's soles, her lips wrapping around each individual toe throughout her violent orgasm, and her fingers tickling whichever foot wasn't tended to by her tongue. When her friend finally calmed down, she quickly jerked her head away from the adorable pair of feet and bashed her head on the bottom of the desk. Groaning and rubbing her head, she stumbled upwards, sitting back up on the chair next to her, and with a permanent blush on her face.

"Yerrr not...*hic* gonna tell a single soul I just did that...or that...or that you like my feet of all things...or else all those likes, those followers...gone..." an inebriated Fenneko growled, to a still-recovering Retsuko. In response, Retsuko reached down and picked up Fenneko's silky feet once again, massaging them with great care, and picking her phone back up. Her eyes went wide as she realised something.

"Wait...huh? You...forgot to turn off the camera," Retsuko said, "you recorded that...entire session...hehehehehe, you video'd us doin' it...."

Her drunken face blushed harder, her eyes going wide. "I uhhhh, I did...? Hahahahahahaha...nnghh, just...don' think about shlappin' that up on Insta...Insta...somethin'. Kay?"

She clutched her phone a little tighter, and then managed to pull up the total amount of donations on her account to show to her friend. "B-but...uhm...think of all the money we could make off this! We'll be rich! Rich...in love, makin'...out with each other's pawwwsiesss..."

Fenneko gulped and thought to herself. Only the back of her head, at most, was shown in the video. And Retsuko was right. That video...the most lewd, sexy one they'd put on by that point...she could just imagine how much they'd be getting donated.

But her thoughts were cut off by the sound of two pairs of high heels on the floor, and a black wing snatching the phone right out of Retsuko's hands.

"H-hey, what gi-Washimi? Gori? Whass going on...?" Retsuko stuttered, "did...you S*hic*SEE anything?!"

"Every little scritch, every giggle, every lick of the sole, girl," Gori said, turning her gaze to Fenneko, who returned hers by wobbling to her feet, with an angry blush.

Fenneko pointed at the tall secretary bird. "You...you're gonna keep this quiet, or else I'll..."

Washimi quickly splashed cups of water on the two's faces, and they jumped and frantically tried to shield themselves from the freezing liquid. This did, however, sober them both up rather quickly.

"GAHHHH!!! O-OR ELSE I'LL..."

Washimi shook her head sadly. "Or else what? Tell me what it is, and I'll release the video I took of you two to your boss, and to all of Instagram. In addition...you'll both be known as office drinkers...AND thieves to boot. Both your faces will be plastered all over the internet, like your face was plastered to Retsi's feet."

"H-hey, d-don't make fun of Fenneko! She was doing me a favour, it made my feet feel nice!!"

The dripping wet Fenneko, however, immediately backed down. She couldn't risk her face being seen.

Washimi continued, "Yes, yes, you did a little experimentation. While I know that footplay is exciting and fun, here truly is not the place to do it. Now, Retsuko, as a friend, I need to say this. Whatever you've been doing on social media, you have GOT to stop. What if Kabae finds out about this?"

She facepalmed hard. Kabae, the mother hippo, the office gossip queen, the sedative for Anai. Word wouldn't take long at all to get out about her...habits.

The tall avian sat down next to her friend. "Think of how bad this makes the company look. Now, think if Ton saw you two going at it in the office, as well as slugging his wine like water."

Retsuko looked down in shame, her feet rubbing together softly. "Pleaaassseee, delete that video...don't tell...it just sorta happened, I'll do anything..."

Gori patted her head. "Oh, don'tcha worry, girl! All you gotta do is cut this whole Insta-whatever thing out! You wanna get yourself a man for life, you gotta keep those feet of yours for him only! Just promise you're off THAT sort of stuff for good."

"B-but, I could get so rich..." Retsuko murmured, and then realised how...shameful that sounded.

Washimi stared directly into her eyes. "Are you sure that's what you want? Is the money REALLY worth your marriage prospects?"

There was a long moment of silence, except for the drops of water leaking off the soaked accountants' fur. But Retsuko knew how wise the both of them were, gulped, and listened to them, nodding her head.

"Good girl. Now, we'll get rid of this..." Gori said, winking at Retsuko and showing herself deleting the excessively-long video of the two playing with each others' feet. Fenneko gave a huge sigh of relief, laying her head face down on her desk.

Washimi leaned down and whispered into Retsuko's ear. "Next karaoke night, I'll give you a few tips and tricks I use with my feet on CEO Shachou. How's that sound?"

Retsuko's embarrassed lip trembling turned into an excited grin, as her two 'older sisters' winked at her and left the two alone in the office.

"Hey...you ok there, Fenneko?" Retsuko asked, running her hand down her back and patting her head. "They're gone now."

"Aaaauuugghhh, now I'm a foot freak...thanks a lot, Retsuko...if they ever tell anyone..." Fenneko groaned, rubbing her temples.

"Ehehehe, well, I appreciate you...we can be foot freaks together..."

Retsuko knew she promised to Washimi and Gori to stop her rise to social media stardom, but she had to take just one more pic of them together. As a memory of what once was, of course. Definitely not anything to...use later.

She slowly sank below the office desk, grasping the back of an uncaring (and rather ashamed) Fenneko's right foot. She turned on her phone once again, pressed her lips against her central toe, and gave a seductive wink to the camera.

Toetally had to do this, just once...

Ok, maybe twice. Or five times.