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A sunny day, a warm breeze, a clear forecast...

Perfect...

Tyson, or Ty as he preferred being called, was excited for this day, it didn't take a genius to know why either, this monitor lizard was a beach bum, and any day the sun was out, and he had the day off from his job at PawLess Shoes, he would surely be down at the shore, soaking up the rays.

Sure, he was chubby, not overweight technically, just a nice beer gut, but that never stopped him before and today would be no different, no shirt, no shoes, just a relaxing day in the sun with the waves lapping up against the shore near him.

But the day would not be completely proper without a quick phone call to a few of his friends, which he made with one hand on his steering wheel, the other on the phone as he was steering his car into the parking lot near the already crowded beach.

"Heeey! You guys coming? It's perfect down here!" Ty said into his phone, an excited friendly voice replying "Coming? we're at the spot dumbass!"

With a chuckle, Ty hung up and exited his vehicle, walking stretching as he looked off at the endless ocean, countless furs playing volleyball and lounging, and shut the door, walking toward the small huts that charged admission for the beach.

"Ty, same as usual?" Asked a very bored looking older Leopard at the booth, not looking up for long from his Playfur magazine.

"Of course, all day pass, with the extras." Ty replied, sliding a fifty dollar bill to the Leopard, his paw sliding from the magazine to the bill, pocketing it.

"Just wait for the kids to leave, you know the drill." The Leopard said halfheartedly, turning a page.

Ty simply nodded as he walked onto the beach, only taking two steps onto the sand, before balancing on one foot, sliding his sneaker slowly off his scaled foot, planting it softly into the sand before repeating it with the other sneaker, not wearing socks as he usually didn't on such beach outings.

The barefoot lizard walked happily across the sand, seeming to purposefully raise his foot highly as he walked, his smooth three toed feet being posed to any lookers on.

See, minus the chubbiness and the general dislike of being social outside of beach related gatherings, Ty had one thing that made his smile, manhood, and ego all equally grow, his feet.

They were his finest asset, he thought at least, he spent hours whenever he felt like it, pampering his feet, assuring every inch of the smooth reptilian soles were callous free, shed free, smooth and silky to the touch, and nails filed perfectly.

Most lizards and such were comfortable with their feet being hidden in shoes, or ignored entirely, but to Ty, a bare set of feet are as important to him as a pair of bare breasts are to a straight man, and even a simple gaze to them would send him into blissful arousal.

But while he loved the gazes, rare as they were, he had an outlet for that desire, a simple website of local guys, a few beers, and one beach outing like this one just became tradition to him and his loyal friends.

"Hey you! Beer's gettin' cold!" Said a mouse, smiling over at Ty as he approached the group of furs gathered around a small wood pile, clearly intended for a fire, but given it's only 4PM, it's not time yet.

"Hey boys, now the party can start." Ty said, sitting down near the mouse, smiling widely, intentionally kicking his lightly sandy feet outward in front of him as he sat.

Around the soon to be fire, sat Elliot, a muscular mouse boy and youngest of the group, Jerry, a Parrot who enjoyed the sun as much as Ty did, Vincent, a Fox, an older one at that, fourty-two but still accepted by the group, and Ty himself.

"Got that right." Said Vincent, smirking at Ty, his eyes immediately tracking the lizard's intentionally posed feet, a soft murr leaving his lips.

"Oh relax you furball, have a beer." Jerry replied, placing a cold bottle of lager directly on the older fox's tenting shorts.

"Ya'll are such a treat." Ty said, laying back and staring up into the sky, letting his toes flex as he watched the clouds.

The crew all shared some stories, a few about their respective jobs, one about Elliot's most recent breakup, those were common, and one that particularly interested the crew, Ty's promotion to sales manager.

"Fuck you, I still wish I could get paid to oogle feet all day." Vincent said, rolling his eyes as he motioned toward Ty.

"You could, we're hiring, and you know I'd give you the foot...job..." Ty replied, laughing audibly.

Vincent bit his lip at the joke, raising his eyebrow and then joining in laughter.

"Yeah, lemme just throw my chemistry degree away to make ten bucks an hour, part time." Vincent replied, clapping his hands. "Great idea!."

Ty finished his hearty laugh and looked over his shoulder, once again appreciating the spot they all chose on days like these, just close enough to the pier that it was relatively let alone by the crowds, but just far enough away from it that the ocean was still close, and the beach's vibes were still enjoyable.

"Ey, it's almost nine o clock, mates." Jerry piped up, placing his fourth empty bottle of lager into the cooler near him.

"Fucking finally." Elliot replied, digging into his backpack and retrieving a lighter. "Let's light this bitch up."

The clock turned over the mark of ten o clock, the sun well down, and the cool breeze of nighttime ocean blew over the crew, high tide moved in well already, but still was safely away from their camp.

The fire crackled as they each downed one more beer each, Vincent handing Jerry his last beer which he happily popped open with his beak.

"Fuckin' bottle opener, there's a resume." Elliot chimed, grinning at the parrot, he replied "Better than what was it, Pro Lifter at Gains Inc?" clearly referring to Elliot's FurBook profile information, inciting a friendly laugh from the mouse. "Well played."

Ty looked over his shoulder, a signal clearly picked up on by the group, their friendly bickering ending as they noticed his particular grin.

Yes, finally, the coast was clear, the beach was theirs, that Leopard had delivered once again, always good to have a carefree security guard on your side.

"I think we know what that means..." Ty said, laying on his back, propping his head up with his arms, his grin wide and his toes spreading widely.

The group did indeed know what that meant, and they worked quickly, Elliot reaching back into his backpack, retrieving a bottle of lube, Vincent clearly pent up began undoing his shorts quickly, his erect unsheathed vulpine shaft springing freely out for them all to see, Jerry grinning at him as he followed suit, his sweatpants easily pulled down to reveal the well endowed avian cock, still flaccid, and Ty simply began to wriggle his toes while holding his legs up away from the sand beneath them.

The group were fetishists, foot fetishists, and they had done this many many times in the past, the rules are simple, Ty's feet, Their cocks, nothing more, nothing less, a deal that Ty enjoyed quite a lot, and the guys had never argued with.

"Fuck yes, first dibs." Elliot said as he slid a hand down his toned abs, undoing his jeans with ease, his erect cock springing from the clearly tight denim, he had gone commando, his lube coming in handy as he began to drip and smear his shaft in the slick liquid.

"I'm fine with that, heh." Ty said, pivoting his position so his smooth pampered lizard feet were hovering over Elliot's pulsing length, the mouse needing no further invitation as he gripped ahold of the lizard's ankles, pushing the average sized head between the smooth soles above it.

"F fuck..."

Ty let out a hot hiss, his eyes rolling back in pleasure, the only thing better than a guy oogling his well taken care of feet was a rock hard cock sliding between them, he'd take this over anal any day.

"Fuckin' footslut." Vincent said as he stroked his twitching fox cock, enjoying the view.

Elliot didn't take long to begin oozing precum from his throbbing meat, his balls slapping against Ty's smooth heels, Ty smiling and hissing lustfully to each thrust, his toes curling tightly over the tip of the mouse's moving rod, letting them become damp in his warm sticky pre ejaculate.

"Close already big guy?" Ty said devilishly, his heel moving forward just enough to apply a warm pressure to Elliot's balls, the otherwise masculine mouse let out a very feminine squeak as the heel pushed him over the edge, his shaft throbbing violently as ropes of cum flew from the tip, his balls pulsing against Ty's heel as he came, soaking the ankles and toes of the lizard in ropes of seed.

"Guess that answers that question...my turn..." Jerry said, his larger avian cock nearly as smooth as the feet he was about to mount.

"Y...y...yeah..." Elliot weakly managed to say as he rolled over onto the sand, clearly spent, breathing heavily, Ty flexing his cum soaked toes invitingly to his avian friend.

Jerry scooted close to the weakened mouse, and positioned his member not at the soles, but instead toward the toes of the lizard, his beak a deep red as he put his hands behind his head. "You do the work."

Ty nodded, pushing his sloppy wet toes around either side of Jerry's length, hissing a bit louder, sure he liked Elliot, anyone who fucked his feet was a good friend, but out of the group, Jerry was the biggest, so therefore, the best foot rub provider, but to be fair, Vincent does cum more.

"Aaah, I'ma cum before I get a chance." Vincent moaned out, his hand's fur matted already by his pre, panting as he forced himself to stop masturbating to the view.

"Don't worry daddy, it's almost your turn." Ty said, gyrating his soles over Jerry's eager cock, making the parrot squawk in pleasure.

As Ty pumped Jerry's cock between his perfect lizard soles, increasing in speed, Vincent had other ideas, he had been waiting weeks for this, and he would be damned if he stopped them now.

"Fuck these silly rules, free love man!" the Fox said to himself, making a peace sign with his fingers, dropping down to his knees, sliding in behind Jerry, who was clearly preoccupied with the best feet on the beach.

Well, Jerry thought they were, but Vincent on the other hand, wanted some rougher, gripping, talons, and who better than his unsuspecting parrot friend to provide?

"Ah, y, yeah, keep going...I'm so fucking close...aah...Y yesss...w- what the FUCK?!" Jerry said in pleasure, then in anger, looking behind him quickly in surprise.

Behind him, his long avian toes clenched together in surprise, around Vincent's violently hard cock, making the fox scream out in pleasure and pain combined.

"Something wrong?" Ty said, his own feet squeezing tightly around Jerry's cock, sending the shocked parrot into an orgasm, his avian member erupting uncontrollably, a spurt of cum splashing right onto Ty's face, his smile becoming a concerned frown.

"Forgive m...meeee..." Vincent begged as his knot swelled up, his cock pulsing as he began to thrust into the orgasming bird's feet.

They were perfect, not pampered, not smooth, they were coarse, rough, more natural, fucking diva feet over there had no idea what a grown fox wanted, he wanted manly, bird feet and they were every bit as good as he imagined, his pre leaking quickly.

For some reason, Jerry wanted to scream at the older fox, but instead, perhaps due to the intense orgasm Ty's toes had just milked out of him, he did nothing but grip, even wriggle his gripping toes a bit as the fox had his way between his talons.

"You came on my fucking faaaace!" Ty whined, while a fan of footplay, a facial is a clear violation of his personal rules.

"C- cumming!" Vincent announced loudly, throwing his entire body back as he thrusted his hips upward between Jerry's milking, gripping bird feet.

"D...Damn..." Elliot said weakly, from his position on the ground, he clearly saw the entire orgasm in front of him, Vince's cock spurting his trademark eruption of seed, but over a different set of feet than the group was used to, everything from the tips of the bird's toes to the tail feathers and rump near them were soaked in fox cum, jetting from Vincent's tip intensely.

Giving in, the bird just simply smiled back at the older fox, enjoying that look of pure orgasmic bliss Vincent had on his face, and flexed his gripping feet along the fox's spurting rod. "Let it all out foxy..."

"W...What?!" Ty asked, sitting up, his hands still wiping the load of Jerry's cum off his face, letting it stay and mix with Elliot's.

Both Jerry and Vincent fell over near one another, cocks deflating slowly, cum soaking into the sand near them and onto the feathers of the bird, and the soles of the talons which released their grip, the pair panting heavily as Ty looked on in confusion.

A little while of regaining energy, and heated conversation later, Elliot chimed in.

"Bros...shut the fuck up and listen a sec...what's the point of the rule anyway...I've been wanting to blow Jerry for like a month now."

Ty rubbed his chin, his feet now in the sand, the cum drying and soaking into them as he loved, and he pondered the mouse's question legitimately.

"I guess I...just wanted attention mostly..." Ty replied honestly, the crew smiling at him near simultaneously.

"Yeah but, I mean, we all have feet, and we all have needs dude..." Jerry said, shrugging his shoulders.

Ty agreed, it was selfish of him, sure he knew his footjob skill was unparalleled, but from now on, everyone needed to have whatever fun they wanted, and he looked forward to the campfire meetings the future held, after nodding silently and standing up on his freshly used feet, Ty eagerly spoke.

"Fine...but, I want to suck Jerry first."