It was just another day in the Amazonian Rainforest as Brandy waltzed around the treehouse; pathetically called a home for a once-rich bitch. Looking around the decaying wood and carpet that was so ripped that it could barely be called tapestry anymore, she sighed to herself, as she thought about the family and life she had a long time ago. "Not to mention how it sucks to be in heat and never get any." She remarks, with a sour frown on her face.
Mr. Whiskers left about a year ago, claiming he found one of the greatest places to live, but Brandy knew better than to go on any more of his 'adventures', or mishaps as she blatantly loved to put it. Surprisingly, day after day passed, and he never showed up again. "Was it really a great place? Maybe it was a resort, for all I know I could be close to humans and not even know it!" She exclaimed, but she felt it was a pointless endeavour, since she tried for so long and finally decided that maybe this is where she belonged.
She had some good times here, and although she lived with a bunch of miscreants, they weren't terrible people. "Well, I'm tired of looking around this dump and talking to myself. Maybe I'll just go for a walk down by the river." So Brandy put on her platform sandals, which she adored so much, and set off on her own 'adventure'...
It was about one or so, she believed, since the sun was at its highest peak in the sky. Good thing there was plenty of foliage, considering the sun was blisteringly hot. Looking around as she walked, she was surprised she didn't get trapped into terribly boring chit-chat with the locals. She knew she was nearing the river now though, and could hear the rumble of the waters in the distance. As she neared ever closer though, she heard some rustling in the nearby bushes that existed along the river's edge.
"Hello?" Brandy said, in a soft, confused, and nervous voice. She wasn't one who enjoyed surprises, even if it was for her birthday. She remembered the last time a surprise party was thrown for her, and it wasn't pretty. Needless to say, it was one for awkward conversation for the months to follow.
"H-hi.." Replied a soft, cub-like voice. Then before Brandy noticed, a bear cub struggled to get out of the bush. "Here, let me help." Brandy said, all the while wondering why a cub was out here by herself. She grabbed onto the cub's handpaw and pulled, and with an almost cartoon-like yoink, the cub was free from the clutches of the evil bush. As the cub brushed off the leaves that stuck to her body, she smiled and looked very happy. "Thanks so much!" But then as quickly as she was happy, her face became glum and her eyes welled up with tears "I got separated from my mommy... It's been a while, I think. I slept in that bush last night, hoping that my mommy would come find me, but she's still not here. I'm scared..."
Brandy couldn't stand the sight to see a cub so sad, and she could tell she was extremely bewildered and frightened over her ordeal. "Listen" Brandy said, "How about you stick with me? Maybe we'll find your mom together." She smirked, trying to ease the cub. "What's your name, sweetie?" "Sarah..." The cub replied. "Well, Sarah, my name is Brandy. Don't you worry, you're in good hands with me, I promise. Just stick with me and you'll be fine."
As Brandy walked a slow pace to match Sarah's tiny legs, she looked more intently at her. Brandy was never good at deciphering age. She figured Sarah was an adolescent of maybe eight to ten in human years. Living with humans for most of her life, Brandy knew no other way to determine age. Sarah's fur glistened under the rays of the sun that poked through the leaves that dangled off the enormous tree's branches. Very dark brown fur she had, that shown as the light hit it, otherwise it looked black, just like her eyes that always seemed full of life even when she seemed to otherwise fear it.
Her clothes were tribal-looking, and also worn out on top of it. Grey, very drab and not covering much of anything except her extremities.
Then Brandy looked lower and noticed Sarah's little footpaws. Since she was a bear, even her footpaws were a good size compared to Brandy's own. They looked so dainty, and every time she took a step, her delicate footpaws lifted off the ground in an almost mesmerizing trance. Brandy enjoyed seeing the cub's toes plant themselves in the dry dirt, with a small puff from the impact cascading an aura around them.
"Why am I looking at her footpaws?" Brandy wondered to herself. Sure, she looked at her own footpaws, especially when it came to 'tame the heat', as she put it. She always took care of them, and always loved showing them off, to others and to herself. If there was one thing that her and Mr. Whiskers shared, was their love of footpaws. Even though Brandy thought he was gross, when she was horny, she took whatever she could get. She cringed at the thought, but then why wasn't she cringing at the fact she's looking at this cub's footpaws in a manner most would deem disturbing and sick?
Shaking her head a bit and trying to focus, Brandy stopped for a moment. "What's wrong?" Sarah said, as she stopped as well and looked up at Brandy so innocent-like. "Um, it's nothing, really. Just some thoughts running in my head is all..." Brandy replied. "Like what?" Sarah said inquisitively. "You saved me back there, you know you can tell me anything, Brandy." Brandy's heart started to pace quicker. She wanted to touch Sarah's footpaws, but knew it was wrong. In a way, that was what turned her on even more thinking about it.
"Hey, what's that on your footpaw there?" Brandy questioned, as she began to reach for Sarah's footpaws even before Sarah could respond. "Sit there, let me look at them please." Sarah willingly did as Brandy asked, and before she knew it, she was staring at the soft, black soles of the cute cub's delicate footpaws. She outlined them with her eyes, taking them all in, while the heat in her panties built up considerably. She slowly rose her hand to touch them, and once her hand connected with Sarah's footpaws, it was almost as if a spark ignited.
Brandy began to massage them softly as she said, "Okay, your footpaws are okay. I thought something was on them, sorry." She blushed lightly as Sarah replied, "That's okay, Brandy. But I do like how you're touching them, though I don't know why you are." "Well," Brandy chirped, "I'm just giving them a little massage. Does it feel good?" Brandy began to feel more confident to what she was beginning, massaging the cub's footpaws smoothly with her thumbs. The softness of them made her crotch ache, and it got her curious as to how they tasted.
Brandy was so in the moment that she didn't realize she had her own footpaws to the sides of Sarah, and only noticed when she felt little hands run along them. She opened her eyes and saw Sarah return the favor, rubbing her footpaws as if she did it before. Brandy was nearing her boiling point, she wanted to rub her pussy so badly. To make it worse for her, she asked, "You're really good at that. Did you rub your mom's footpaws as well?" Sarah smiled, almost as if she was hoping to hear that question. "Yes!" She said excitedly. "It always made my mommy happy when I rubbed her footpaws. I loved making her feel good. Sometimes it made her feel so good she would leave the room and I would hear her scream all happy."
Brandy now knew she wasn't the first to manipulate this poor cub. It made her feel bad, but she thought that she didn't hurt Sarah, she just wanted to feel good. The pressure of living in the rainforest was caving in around her, and never having a mate made it even worse. She wanted to be bad, just this one time, and then that'll be it. "Well, did you ever do this to your mom?" Brandy said slowly and began to pick up Sarah's left footpaw and place it to her mouth. First she kissed it, and loved seeing Sarah's toes splay from the touch. "Hehe! No, I never did that, but it feels tickly and nice at the same time."
As stealthily as she could, Brandy turned her kisses into soft licks on her tender sole. She never knew a footpaw could taste so delectable. She couldn't stop herself as she began to shove Sarah's tiny toes in her mouth, tasting them along with the dirt she picked up on them; but Brandy didn't care, she was divulging in the ultimate taboo...