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The Mechanic's Price for Blithwulf by Draconicon

"You've got to be kidding me."

Blith stared at the sign on the mechanic's shop, the wolf almost unable to comprehend the "Closed" sign that pointed out towards anyone walking at the door. He reached for the doorknob, squeezing it and spinning it as much as he could, but the door refused to open.

"Come on, come on." He knocked on the door, hard. "Come on, I know there's gotta be someone still in there! Open up!"

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang went his fist on the door. It rattled under his hand from his own desperation, and Blith started to wonder if perhaps he was too late. If the mechanics had gone home for the day already, and the garage was empty...well, he didn't want to think about that right at that moment.

Bang bang bang, bang bang -

"For fuck's sake, hang on!"

The shouted response was barely audible to the wolf, but it was enough to get him to stop banging on the door. Blith waited, his eyes pressed against the windows to see who was coming. He saw someone, but the inside of the shop was too dark for him to make out just what.

The door opened to reveal a very large, very thick-set brown bear. He was big and muscular enough that the wolf was second-guessing his desperation, but that only lasted for a second. Blith held out his hand, but quickly pulled it back when the bear only glared down at him.

"Uh...sorry about the knocking -"

"What do you want? It's Friday, and me and the guys want to get down to the bar."

"You can't! I, uh, I mean -"

"Don't tell me that you have a job."

Blith nodded over his shoulder, glancing towards his car just outside the shop. He'd been lucky enough to get a tow back here, but if they were leaving, it would be for nothing. The bear looked at it as well and groaned.

"Come on. It's the weekend. We were just getting ready to have fun."

"Please, I need to get out of here today. It'll only be a couple of hours."

"A couple of - Come back on Monday."

He jumped forward, shoving his shoe into the doorway to keep the bear from closing it. Blith shook his head, shivering a bit at the bear's glare as he kept him from leaving, but he pressed on.

"Please, you have no idea how important this is. I can pay you anything you need, I just need to keep moving by the end of the day."

"Let me get this straight. This is so important that you're pushing me, a guy twice your size, into working overtime on the weekend in order to get that wreck of yours on the road again by tonight? You know how much that's going to cost?"

"I can pay you. Cash."

"...It's still the weekend."

"I'll do whatever you want me to do."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Anything?"

"YES!"

When he'd said anything, this hadn't been what he had in mind. Blith shifted back and forth on the roller-platform that the mechanics had tied him to, shaking his head as he pulled on the zip-ties that kept his hands and feet tied down to the edges of the oversized wooden board on wheels. Of course, it was futile, but that didn't mean that he couldn't at least try and get out of the situation he'd found himself in.

He glanced up, blushing as he saw the big mechanic and his raccoon assistant. The pair of them had been quick enough to let him in after he'd promised he'd do anything, and Blith had blushed as he'd been stripped down to his underwear and tied down without so much as an explanation. It was like the pair of them had been waiting for someone like him or something, but that was impossible, wasn't it?

"Uh...maybe...could you tell me what's going on?"

"Heh, wouldn't you like to know?"

Twitch, the raccoon, chuckled as he took a seat in one of the rolling chairs of the room. It didn't take long for the bear - Blith had found out he was called Grizz - to find a similar seat, and Blith blushed as they came closer, their chairs barely a foot away from his sides. As the pair of them reached for their shoelaces, he cleared his throat again.

"Please...if it's about not having enough money, I can pay you double for the weekend..."

"Boy, it ain't about the money, it's about the time. And about the inconvenience. Don't you think so, Twitch?"

"Heh, sounds right, boss. See, wolfie, we don't get a lot of free time, and the weekend's pretty precious to us."

"It is, yep. But you have all the money, so we'll do it, but we want you to see just how much it costs us in effort, get me?"

The pair of them had their shoes off in short order, and Blith groaned at the smell that rose off of the pads. They were quite fragrant, doubtlessly from being inside such thick footwear all day, and he could see that they were almost dripping right under the toes. Hell, they left wet footprints on the concrete floor of the garage; the idea of having such feet around was...well, it was pretty raunchy.

Soon, the bear had his foot lifted up, and it gave Blith a perfect view of the dark, smooth underside. The thick, wide sole was almost reeking with musk, and the wolf groaned as he turned his head to the side.

Bad move, as it turned out. The foot lowered on his face, pinning him down and keeping him from looking around. His cheek felt dampened by the sweat on the sole almost immediately, and he gritted his teeth as he tried to keep from complaining. It wasn't easy, either, particularly as the bear started grinding his foot back and forth across the wolf's cheek, ruffling the fur and spreading the smell around.

"We want you to understand just how much this inconveniences us. So before we start, we're gonna make you sniff and lick our feet until we're satisfied. And trust me, we're a long way from satisfied."

Blith didn't know what to think, but he knew that he wasn't going to be getting out of this anytime soon. The wolf held his breath, trying to keep from sniffing at the foot too much; after all, if he kept it quiet, maybe they'd just use him as a doormat and then get to work when their feet were dry. It was a thought, at least, and it was a plan. Anything to keep from having to sniff at those feet too much.

Then he felt the first tickle.

"Wha-hahaha!"

The wolf flailed on the board, looking down as much as he could with the bear's foot on his face. As he accidentally breathed in more of the scent - groaning as he did - he could just barely make out the raccoon's tail sweeping back and forth over his soles, tickling them with the thick fur.

"You ain't gonna just lay there, boy. You better get working, or there's no way that you'll get your car ready by the end of the day."

Biting his lip before he was overwhelmed by another burst of laughter, the wolf realized that he had no choice. He nodded as much as he could under Grizz's foot, and slowly opened his mouth. Almost immediately, one of the bear's sweaty toes slipped in, and he groaned at the musky, salty taste that filled his mouth.

Every time that he tried to slow down, the raccoon tickled him again, the bristly bits of fur making him giggle, and sometimes guffaw loudly as he was teased and taunted by the mechanic. Every time that he opened his mouth from laughter, the toes and the sole were pushed further past his lips, until the wolf's mouth was stretched wide open by the broad sole of the bear mechanic.

Grizz seemed to love it, particularly as he pressed down a bit harder on the wolf's face. Blith groaned under his breath, closing his eyes as his tongue was forced underneath the thick sole, covered in sweat and saltiness.

"That's it, boy. Keep on showing us your devotion. You want your car fixed, don't ya? Then keep on licking."

Groaning, the wolf did as he was told. As the pressure on his face came off, he turned his head upwards. He tried to say something, but burst out laughing again as the raccoon tickled his feet again, that bristly tail even managing to slip between his toes a little bit in the process of teasing him.

Then the foot came down on his nose.

Blith grimaced at both the pressure and the way that the curled toes more or less forced him to breathe in the stink and nothing else. The powerful musk was making his head swim already, and he wasn't sure, but he almost thought that his cock was starting to get hard in his underwear.

"Go on, wolf, suck it in. Show me how much you love it."

He had no choice. The pressure on his face kept him from being able to open his mouth, and the tickling at his feet made it so that he needed to breathe. Blith sucked in air through his nose, making his head swim all the more from the pungent, salty scent from beneath the toes, and he giggled against the underside of the bear's sole.

As he saw the raccoon pulling his feet up out of the corner of his eye, Blith wondered just how much 'work' they had for him to do before they'd actually get to work on his car. He desperately hoped that it wouldn't be much longer, but from the grins he'd seen, he was more than a bit worried.

They finally let him off of the slider after a full hour of foot worship, but Blith swore that he tasted their sweat and musk in his mouth for more than three hours afterwards. Even when he was handing over the money for the work and driving off, his mouth tasted like feet, and he wouldn't be surprised if it stayed that way all the way home.

Grumbling under his breath, he still felt that it was worth it. He had to keep going, and if it cost him some dignity...well, then that was a better cost to pay than what would happen if he was late.

The end