"Hey, have a nice jog?" Jules the otter said as the door opened. 

Hank the wolf grinned as he came in, flexing his muscle-gut body. "Feelin' good! Man, I'm sweating like a pig, though. Nothing like a jog under the blazing sun to get the water flowing."

He went to the kitchen and took a sip of cool water from his thermal flask. "I bet my feet are burning hot. Wanna sniff?"

"Oh! Um..." Jules looked nervously back at his desk. "I-I really should be getting this work done." 

"Ah well, that's a shame." Hank jumped back and flopped himself onto the sofa, kicking his feet up onto the footstool. "You won't mind if I just air out my rank, stinky paws, then?"

"Umm-!" Jules squeaked as the wolf kicked off his trainers, exposing his grey paws with their pink toe-beans to the open air. The fur was matted with sweat, and it was beading along the pink pads. They radiated heat into the room. The stench of hot, wet dog was tickling his nose, making him weak in the knees. 

"Damn, yeah, these REEK!" The wolf waved his hands theatrically. "I'm gonna need to give these a soak. Gotta take a load off first."

He wiggled his toe-beans, the sight almost hypnotic to the poor, submissive otter. 

"If only there was someone to give them a nice tongue-bath. That would be the perfect way to soothe them after such a long jog, trapped in my smelly socks in my humid trainers."

Jules whined and crawled over. "M-Maybe just a sniff..."

"That's right." The wolf leaned back, putting his arms behind his head. [i]Fuck, he could feel the stink from his pits as well...[/i] "Just a little sniff, you can stop whenever you'd like."

Jules approached, dropping more and more into a daze the closer he got to his prize. The sweaty toe-beans called to him, his vision hyper-focusing on the drops of drying sweat. Ashe got closer, he simply slumped forward, letting his face collapse against the wolf's soles. 

"Very good boy!" Hank leaned back, shutting his eyes and smiling as he felt the otter's tongue brushing against him. "No need to rush, they're not going anywhere. Take all the time you need."

Jules sandwiched his snout between the two paws, feeling his mind drifting away. He lapped his tongue along the sweat-drenched heel before sucking on a toe. Every sniff brought more of that wonderful stink, making his thoughts drift further away. 

Hank tilted his head and looked at the otter's glaze eyes. 

"Yep. He's gone." He said to himself. "I'll give you twenty minutes, the rest will be after you've finished your work!"

He picked up a paperback book and started to read. Jules kept huffing, his entire mind and body devoted to worshipping those paws.