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Underfoot Fetishtale	By : xandermartin98 Category: +S through Z > UnderTale Views: 2889 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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ASRIEL LOVES FEET: PART 2
Once Alphys, Undyne and Asriel finally reached the cafeteria, they were immediately greeted and surrounded by all kinds of fetishistic mischief involving students smearing various types of food onto their dirty feet and having their friends lick it off while they just sat there and fapped to their friends' misfortune. And yes, it was pretty much literally lining the entirety of the lunch tables.
"Come on, Nice Cream Bro, what the hell are you waiting for? These babies ain't gonna clean THEMSELVES!" Burgerpants chuckled as he smeared a mixture of ketchup, mustard and mayonnaise all over his smooth and sexy feline soles and crossed his legs atop the table with a seductive smirk as Nice Cream Guy (who was obviously sitting right across from him) thoroughly licked them clean, from his soft and fuzzy heels all the way up to his adorable little jellybean toes.
"Well, neither are THESE, for that matter!" Nice Cream Guy laughed as he gave Burgerpants a world-class footjob underneath the table, then girlishly crossed his almost-freakishly slender legs atop the table and made poor Burgerpants lick the resulting gooey splotches of his own...ahem...nice cream right off of the bare, sweaty, surprisingly soft and cushiony soles of his delightfully long and sexy rabbit feet, wiggling his orgasmically pretty little toes and giggling from how much it tickled as he gently, seductively stroked his fingers through his glistening fluffy bunny hair and began smugly flipping through the latest issue of Monsters Magazine.
"My ever-loving Bejeezus, would you LOOK at the way those two fags over there are making out with each other's DISGUSTING sweaty feet as if the fate of the entire world and humanity depends on it?" Bratty pointed and laughed (rather profoundly hypocritically, might I add) at Burgerpants and Nice Cream Guy while Catty licked what could only be described as positively heaping, oozing and dripping portions of sugary-sweet chocolate-milk-and-swiss-roll residue right off the bare soles of her uber-long and spiky-toed alligator feet, moaning with pleasure in the process.
"I know, right?" Catty giggled merrily as she grabbed Bratty's right foot by the ankles, shoved it right into her gaping, fluffy, lard-consuming maw and began licking and sucking her razor-sharp, pink-and-purple-painted toes every bit as diligently as ever, teasingly acting as if she was going to try and remove one of the alley gator's sexy little gold-and-silver toe rings (the one on her right big toe, to be exact) with her dainty yet surprisingly deadly little teeth. "Honestly, it almost literally makes me feel like my freaking MOUTH is bleeding!"
"Probably because it IS!" Bratty laughed, teasingly swinging her hand straight down like a cat paw while Catty lovingly kneaded her soft and fuzzy little thumbs into her rough, scaly tendons and metatarsals, drooling blood from her mouth as she daydreamed about her beloved alligator girlfriend (in very much the exact same way that Alphys did on a more-or-less daily basis ablut her equally beloved fish girlfriend, no less) while Bratty softly purred and meowed with pleasure.
"Alright, Papyrus, you know the drill: I put a whole bunch of ketchup all over my feet, and then YOU bring out your disgustingly slimy ecto-tongue and lick it right off like there's no tomorrow! Come on, it really isn't rocket science; hell, if Burgerpants over there can do it, YOU can do it too! COME ON, brother, show me some BACKBONE!" Sans enthusiastically encouraged his brother Papyrus, standing atop the table and breaking out into numerous Shia LaBeouf poses in the process.
"Ugh, FINE...but let me just tell you THIS right now; I have meta-FAR-sal better things to do with my thumbs as OPPOSED to meekly and mindlessly TENDON to your stupid BONY feet!" Papyrus groaned and muttered at Sans as the chubby little skeleton bro took a seat across from him, emptied out several ketchup packets all over his feet and crossed his legs seductively atop the table while Papyrus' ecto-tongue began to excitedly hang out of his mouth and drool in response.
"You know, I'm really not sure which particular BONE of mine this is TICKLING more; my FUNNY BONE or my incredibly raging BONE-ER!" Sans laughed uproariously as Papyrus licked his cold, skeletal feet as if they were literally the sexiest and most delicious thing in the entire world.
"Alright, now it's your turn, bone brother! Make me the PROUD skeleton I always dreamed of being, and I sincerely promise that gloriously vast amounts of wonderful RICHES shall immediately be bestowed upon you! And by riches, I mean HUGS!" Papyrus laughed as he poured cold, slimy cafeteria spaghetti all over his equally bony feet and let Sans go right to town on them with his equally disgusting and slimy ecto-tongue, soaking every last inch, nook and cranny of them with seemingly radioactively glowing saliva while the poor skeleton laughed and cried hysterically from how much Sans' tongue was tickling his even poorer walking devices.
"NO, NOT MY ACHILLE'S HEE-HEE-HEE-HEELS! THEY'RE LITERALLY MY ONE AND ONLY WEE-HEE-HEE-HEAKNESS!" Papyrus screamed with laughter as Sans licked out the last few elusive spaghetti stains from within the balls of his feet and began relentlessly tickling and scratching his heels (AKA his sweet spots, oddly enough) with his pointy and bony fingers.
"Guess you could say that you're currently experiencing agony of DE FEET!" Sans chuckled and winked at Papyrus, who immediately kicked him across the room without a second thought in response.
"See, what did I tell you? It's true what they say about hands, you know; the more, the merrier!" Muffet giggled as she simultaneously used all six of her dainty little spider hands to smoothly, gently massage Asriel's big fluffy soles, causing the goat-boy to murr and moan with delight.
"My, my, your feet are so adorably tender...hmm, I wonder how they would appreciate such a wonderful gesture of hospitality as THIS!" Muffet laughed, letting loose a swarm of little baby spiders from her pants and pouring scalding-hot spider-bait tea all over Asriel's bare, helpless feet.
"YOWZERS!" Asriel shrieked in pain as Muffet used her butt-webbing to tightly wrap him up and tie his feet together while the swarm of spiders began eagerly and rapidly approaching his poor, poor, poor little feet. "What was THAT for...oh god, no...no, no, no, NO, NO, NO-"
"If nothing else, maybe THIS will finally get you to tell me the password to Toriel's brain!" Muffet cackled evilly, pulling no less than six feathers out of her pockets and tickling Asriel all over his body while her little baby spiders excitedly crawled onto his adorably defenseless little feet and began aimlessly skittering all over his incredibly soft and delicate paw-pads, causing him to roll on the floor screaming with laughter.
"OKAY, OKAY, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHEE-HEE-HEE-HEENG! JUST KNO-HO-HOW THIS; THE PASSWORD TO TORIEL'S BRAY-HAY-HAY-HAYNE IS BUTTERSCAH-HAH-HAH-HAHTCH!" Asriel nearly laughed his actual biological lungs out, crying literal waterfalls of joyful tears from how utterly mercilessly he was being tickled while Muffet joyfully giggled, put a hand over her mouth and blushed in response.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious; jeeze, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you're actually rather ENJOYING this, you sick kinky f%# !" Muffet teased him sassily, waving a finger at him.
"So tell me, my dear weeaboo fish friend; can you name even ONE monster in the Underground with sexier feet than mine?" Alphys asked Undyne curiously while the latter began passionately licking the remnants of an ice-cream Snickers bar and a cafeteria cup of chili off of her stinky and sweaty (yet somehow ridiculously attractive and tempting nonetheless) little lizard feet.
"Um...probably either me or Toriel, I'm guessing?" Undyne replied embarrassedly a few minutes later, scratching the back of her head in confusion while Alphys licked heaping portions of mashed potatoes, gravy and applesauce off of her fishy-smelling, sweat-drenched feet, deliberately being as careful as possible (so as not to accidentally tickle her ultra-sensitive toe webbing) as the first-period bell suddenly rang out of seemingly nowhere, prompting everyone to immediately stop what they were doing and run straight to class...in which there would probably mostly just be even more foot-fetish stuff anyway, so what was the point, really?
IN HISTORY CLASS WITH GERSON...
"And so, in an absolutely stunning twist of fate, Asgore's proud and dedicated foot soldiers felt the agony of defeat as Toriel's equally proud and dedicated fleet, in an utterly amazing feat of strength and willpower, led an astonishing march that, for lack of a better description, basically squashed the enemy beneath their putrid stinking feet like the pathetically weak and cowardly little insects they were!" Gerson laughed, flipping absentmindedly through the history textbook as he crossed his withered, aging, mole-riddled legs atop the table and teasingly displayed his incredibly tough, masculine, fleshy, scaly and veiny turtle feet to his students, scrunching his surprisingly soft and wrinkly soles and wiggling his sweaty old mole-ridden toes rather seductively for a hundred-year-old man that generally more than looked the part.
"Somebody PLEASE just kill me, just end my life right now!" Asriel thought miserably to himself, burying his head into the desk, covering it with his arms and trembling with embarrassment while everyone else in the class (in other words, everyone else who had also been mentioned in the cafeteria scene a few seconds ago) glared and smirked teasingly at him.
"So tell me, Asriel; what did we learn in today's history lesson, hmm?" Gerson asked Asriel oddly teasingly as he pulled out a bottle of lotion from his desk and lathered it all over his remarkably callused and muscular feet with his equally callused and muscular hands, causing Undyne's boner (and her blush, for that matter) to grow even further in magnitude as she desperately, hopelessly struggled with all of her astounding might to just ignore them and look away.
"YEAH, Asriel, what did we LEARN?" Muffet snidely teased Asriel, sipping no less than eight mugs of piping-hot spider tea (one for each of her six hands, and two more for her feet) just for added smugness effect while Asriel glared evilly at her and stuck his tongue out angrily at her.
"Umm...I'm s-sorry, I wasn't p-paying attention, sir! In fact, I'm actually pretty s-sure I only caught the parts about FEET!" Asriel stammered awkwardly, twitching his eyes and breaking out into a nervous cold sweat while everyone continued teasingly glaring at him.
"Hmph! WELL, then; who in this delightful classroom of mine would like to partake in a nice little session of foot-worshipping service on my grandfatherly behalf?" Gerson teasingly asked his students, nearly all of which raised their hands in disturbingly unanimous agreement as he placed his feet in footjob position, raised his eyebrows seductively and slyly at basically everyone in the general vicinity, and slowly rubbed his soles up and down against each other.
"Alright, everyone, form a line in front of me; let's get this party STARTED!" Gerson chuckled and blushed somewhat embarrassedly as his students formed a line all the way across the classroom, with Alphys at the front and Undyne at the back as they all blushed and sweated nervously.
"Alright, so as it turns out, this is pretty much EXACTLY how this...MMM, THAT FEELS SO RELAXING...next part of our history books goes; all of the remaining survivors from Asgore's army, as well as Toriel's, were required by law to lovingly...AHH, YEAH, KEEP GOING...worship and lick the goat queen's smoking-hot feet in honor of all of the wonderful...OOH, YES, THAT'S HOW I LIKE IT...things that she had done for monster society as a whole!" Gerson hastily explained, struggling to resist moaning with delight as his students walked up to his desk and lovingly massaged and licked his incredibly tender and aching old feet one after the other.
"And for those of them that happened to be EXCEPTIONALLY into it, why, she even gave THOSE disgusting little creeps a freaking RAISE! Man, who would've THUNK it?" Gerson laughed heartily, uncrossing his legs as Undyne kneaded her tough, scaly fish thumbs into the fleshy, wrinkly, deliciously sweaty and beautifully callused surfaces of his soft and delicate soles.
"Well, as long as it was making them money, I certainly don't see anything particularly WRONG with that!" Undyne chuckled as she teased over the heels, balls and arches of his feet with her long, slimy fish tongue and sucked his massively plump, long and meaty toes like Ring Pops.
"Of course you don't, Undyne; of COURSE you don't!" Gerson laughed as he laid Undyne face-up on his desk, pressed his left foot deeply into the crotch area of her blue jeans and began stroking it up and down while the entire class backed away and did the jazz hands in response.
Meanwhile, Burgerpants and Nice Cream Guy were far too busy french-kissing each other to even care.
"Um...BRATTY? You ARE roughly the same age as me, right?!" Catty nervously asked Bratty, glancing over at her and tapping her on the shoulder to get her undivided attention.
"Well, I'm certainly much closer to your age than Gerson is to Undyne's, that's for DAMNED sure!" Bratty shuddered, sticking her tongue out in disgust while mostly everyone else did the same.
"Indeed, this was actually a very big part of monster life back in my day, back when fandoms barely even existed yet and video games were literally just a bunch of little kids playing Cowboys And Indians and the like with each other!" Gerson laughed as Undyne blushed and sweated intensely, drooling rabidly at the mouth and breathing more and more heavily with each passing second as she came closer and closer to finally reaching the point of climax; the fact that he had already managed to get her already-throbbing cock firmly sandwiched in-between the big toe and index toe of his left foot certainly wasn't helping her current situation either.
"So basically, whenever a dog fetches a bone from Toriel, it immediately has to lick her feet afterward?" Papyrus raised his hand and curiously asked Gerson (who was currently preoccupied with rolling Undyne's rock-hard erection back and forth in one of his lovely, lovely old arches) while Sans groaned, rolled his eyes and facepalmed humiliatedly in response.
"Well yeah, that too...but more importantly, whenever one of Toriel's loyal servants disobeyed her royal orders, there was always generally a pretty decent chance that they would end up having to get themselves jerked off by her royal, queenly feet in front of a live public audience!" Gerson laughed uproariously as Undyne screamed with pleasure and blew a gargantuan load into her jeans; so disgustingly massive, in fact, that it was actually leaking all the way down her legs when she got back down onto the floor and stood upright on her own two feet again!
"Who is the master who makes the grass green?" Undyne rambled dizzily, stumbling back and forth, twirling around on her dainty little tippy-toes and collapsing onto the floor in exhaustion from how hard she had just orgasmed into her pants as the next-period bell suddenly rang!
"To me, it'll always be you, Undyne; it'll always be you!" Alphys giggled as she scooped Undyne up into her arms and carried her out of the room while everyone else eagerly followed along behind her into the next class.
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