WARNING: GORE


The air in the dimly lit office was thick with heat, but even that paled in comparison to the suffocating stench wafting from Fletcher Kane’s bare paws. The moment his dress shoes hit the floor with a heavy thud, the scent spilled out like an inescapable fog—thick, potent, and dripping with days of pent-up sweat. It was a blend of musk and damp leather, the humid reek of someone who rarely let his feet breathe outside of polished shoes, only to unleash them at their absolute filthiest. The scent was raw, animalistic, and utterly foul.

Kane lounged back in his chair, legs propped up on a pair of stacked briefcases as if they were his personal footstool. A crisp hundred-dollar bill twirled between his fingers while his other hand casually adjusted his tie. He flashed a sharp-toothed grin at the tinies before him—some kneeling in worship, others scrambling in fear, and a select few who had willingly paid him for this experience. He let out a low chuckle, his voice rich with amusement.

"Let me get this straight," he drawled, wiggling his massive, sweat-drenched toes, sending a fresh wave of stench cascading over the tiny crowd. "You paid me good money just to grovel at these nasty things?" He lifted one paw slightly, watching the way the damp pads glistened under the dim office light. "What, you think my feet are some kinda luxury? Buddy, they’ve been roasting in those shoes all day—and trust me, my socks weren’t doing much to help."

The reaction was immediate. Those who had paid for this privilege—Adora and Joey chief among them—were practically trembling with anticipation, while the rest of the unfortunate tinies recoiled, gagging at the thick, oppressive stench that had settled over them like a fog. It was heavy, salty, and pungent, the concentrated musk of a man who spent all day making deals, walking across city streets, and keeping his feet locked away in airtight leather.

Kane smirked as he absentmindedly flexed his toes, watching a glistening drop of sweat slide off his pad and splat onto the briefcase below. Joey, halfway up the case, reached out and smeared his tiny hands across the dampened surface, inhaling deeply as though it were the finest cologne money could buy.

Kane let out a slow, amused exhale. "Y’know, it’s kinda funny," he mused, turning his attention to the ones who hadn’t paid. "Some of you are runnin’ for your lives, actin’ like this is some kinda punishment—but these two?" He gestured lazily at Adora, who was diligently rubbing at the plush ridges of his toe pads, her body almost trembling as she pressed her face into the damp fur. "They love this. Maybe you should take a page outta their book."

The scent was unbearable for the ones who hadn't signed up for this. The air was thick with Kane’s foot musk, a potent mixture of sweat, old leather, and a slight tang of cologne barely masking the raw, natural stench beneath. It clung to their tiny bodies, soaking into their clothes and hair, leaving them choking on every breath.

One tiny, a man who had fallen to his knees in shock, stared up in horror as Kane casually pressed his paw down onto the briefcase, causing a deep squelch of sweat between his pads.

"Oops," Kane murmured with mock sympathy. "Guess I shoulda aired these bad boys out earlier, huh?"

He peeled his paw back, letting the heavy, humid air trapped beneath it wash over the unfortunate tiny. The man collapsed onto his back, coughing violently, the sheer weight of the smell overwhelming his senses.

Kane grinned. "C’mon, it ain’t that bad," he teased, flicking a toe and watching as Joey grabbed onto it like a lifeline. "See? Some people know how to appreciate a good thing. Not my fault you didn’t bring any cash to join in on the fun."

The ones who hadn't paid were starting to realize their mistake. Kane leaned forward slightly, his gaze locking onto the stragglers who were still trying to back away.

"You think I forgot about you?" His smirk widened as he shifted his weight slightly, resting his massive, humid paw just inches above them. The heat radiating from it was unbearable, thick with the scent of days-old sweat and damp fur. "Nah, you don’t get to just walk away from this. You might not have paid, but you’re still in my office—and that means you play by my rules."

His gaze turned sharp as he shifted his focus to the others—the ones who hadn’t paid. The tinies who were backing away, clutching their noses, or staring up at him with wide, trembling eyes.

Kane’s smirk faded. "But then there’s you lot," he murmured, tone darkening as he pressed his elbows to his desk, lacing his fingers together. "I don’t recall seein’ any of your money in my hand. And yet, here you are—breathin’ my air, soakin’ up my time, tryin’ to get a free sample off my product."

He scoffed, shaking his head as if he were dealing with the most pathetic businessmen he’d ever met.

"You think this is a charity?"

His foot lifted just slightly off the briefcase, allowing the light to catch on the sheen of moisture lining his thick pads. The humidity trapped beneath his paw was unbearable, an invisible weight pressing down on the tinies below. They barely had time to scramble before his foot came down.

CRUNCH.

The sound was final. Swift. Uncompromising.

The briefcase trembled beneath the sheer weight of his paw as he pressed it fully into the cold metal, grinding down with a slow, calculated motion. He felt their bodies collapse beneath him, insignificant things reduced to nothing more than another mess for his pads to soak up. The warmth of their remains spread against his already damp fur, mixing with the sweat that had already made their air unbreathable.

Kane exhaled through his nose, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he enjoyed the sensation. Then, with the slow, deliberate care of a man inspecting a finished deal, he lifted his paw.

The remains of those who hadn’t paid clung to his pads in red-streaked smears, lost between the deep ridges of his plush, sweat-drenched soles. Some pieces slipped free, rolling limply down the side of the briefcase. The ones who had survived—those lucky enough to have been just outside the range of his paw—were staring in mute horror, some too afraid to even move.

Kane leaned back, sighing contentedly. "Ahhh," he exhaled, rubbing his foot in place just a little. "Y’know, this is kinda nice. Might start keepin’ a few of you around—like little footstools."

He lifted his paw slightly, just enough to let them gasp for breath, before pressing down again with a slow, teasing roll of his pads. The sheer weight of the humid air alone was unbearable.

As Adora worked her way between his toes, practically lost in the scent, Kane gave her a lazy glance. "You’re doin’ a decent job, but don’t forget between the pads," he said, wiggling them slightly. "Really gotta make sure you get all that sweat out. Otherwise, it just builds up, and—well." He smirked down the two remaining tinys cleaning his soles.

The office was filled with the heavy squelch of sweat-slicked fur against leather as Kane flexed his toes again, stretching out comfortably. He eyed the pile of crumpled bills beside him and chuckled.

"Best deal I ever made," he mused, tilting his head back with a satisfied grin. "Now, who’s ready for round two?"

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