Having a Saturday night free is a pretty regular occurrence for you. You had the day off work after yet another hectic work week and you were left to your own devices to relax. This me-time is devoted to playing video games, watching Netflix, and practically anything as long as it's on a screen. This time, you're on the computer playing the latest FOTM mascot horror game. Indigo Park, it's called. You would've dismissed it entirely if not for the fact that the main mascot featured is Rambley, the purple raccoon computerised companion shown alongside promotional trailers.
Rambley's character has intrigued you ever since you stumbled upon a trailer of the game on YouTube. You couldn't quite put your finger on why the raccoon had some sort of lure on you, but it was enough for it to stick in your mind. As so, over the next few months, you sometimes found yourself thinking about Rambley, daydreaming about fantasies involving you interacting with him, some even kinky in nature. Not just any kink; you were fascinated with paws and feet, mostly furry alongside the kink of being dominated. The game hadn't come out by then, and you were already being such a deviant about it, combining both kinks into your Rambley fantasies.
Fast forward months later and by sheer co-incidence, the release date of Indigo Park coincided with one of the few days you were truly free. Sure, it was just Chapter 1, but honestly who cared. You were hyped. So here you are, hands gripped to your controller, playing Indigo Park, excited to experience it yourself.
It took less than two hours to finish the entirety of the chapter. As the credits rolled, you think about what you'd rate the game personally. Four stars. Admittedly you're not the type to play this genre in the first place but you did find merit in the setting and environment of the run-down park. Some parts here and there were too cheesy or predictable. The biggest positive you had during this experience was the inclusion of Rambley. Every time you saw him on one of the in-game screens, you couldn't help but smile as he guided you through the park with his glitchy high-pitched voice. It was a bit of an odd touch to turn your personal webcam light green every time he talked but you shrugged. The developer must've thought it would add to the immersion, you figured.
The rest of the night goes predictably. Have dinner, do dishes, do more chores, take a shower, put on pyjamas (consisting of a nice comfy shirt and boxer shorts), and go to sleep. You could hear the rain from outside pelting down the roof of your home pretty heavily with the occasional thunder and you take it as a sign to head to bed early. You quickly shut off your computer, and turn off the lights.
Your sleep did not last for very long as only a few hours later, you were wide awake in the middle of the night. The rain had stopped thankfully but you had a miniscule but unshakeable feeling of fear, that something must've startled you awake. You reach for the light switch and turn on the lights, carefully walking around every room in the house in case some intruder managed to break in. After checking the last room, you head back to your bedroom to catch some Zzzs but a loud noise interrupt those plans. If your experience could be rated, it would be rated low.
One star.
The familiar sound of your computer booting startles you momentarily. At this point you're more annoyed than scared. You're just about reach for the power button itself when something unusual appears in your monitor.
Instead of the familiar wallpaper and desktop icons you've had on your computer, it's replaced with an animated image of Rambley the Raccoon, in full screen not unlike the ones you'd see in the game. He's sporting his trademark red handkerchief around his neck, and standing with his arms stretched wide as if ready to hug one. The adorable smile on his face is almost enough to make you forget that your computer was just turned on by itself. Almost.
Frowning, you reach for the mouse beside your keyboard and attempt to close whatever just took over your computer. To your surprise, nothing happens. You try pressing the escape key, the commands you memorised in your head whenever you needed to troubleshoot something, basically everything. But nothing works.
You're just about to give up and just unplug the computer yourself when all of a sudden, a distorted glitch sound erupts from your computer speakers. A brief moment of silence follows, before a new noise fills the air.
"Uh… what?" you say in amazement.
Your eyes go back to the monitor and see Rambley's animation cycle has slightly changed, with the subtlest details changed only noticed by you. Above the monitor, you see the light of your webcam turn green, adding to your worry. Then, the image starts speaking.
"I'm Rambley! Rambley the Raccoon! And it's my job to make sure your experience here at Indigo Park is the most fun it can be!"
You've heard this spiel before, not like you played the game literally hours before. Despite the circumstances, you still have a positive reaction to Rambley's slightly high-pitched voice. You wish you had the same enthusiastic attitude as him.
"But we're not in Indigo Park are w-w-w-we-we-w-we?" Rambley says teasingly, glitching out at the end.
Your heart skips a beat, instantly recognising that the speech had just deviated from what you expected. You glance at the monitor again and spot the differences. For one, you notice his hands are on his hips and his body tilted slightly as if trying to get a closer look at you. The unsettling part though is how his purple eyes shifted specifically towards you as if he can see you from beyond the digital screen. Sure, you didn't forget the webcam and all but this felt… different.
The way his eyes are staring deep into yours and the smug grin accompanying in is almost mocking. A few long seconds of silence comes soon after where you just engage in a staring contest with Rambley.
He's the first to break.
"I can tell from your facial tracking data that you're co-c-c-onfs-ANG-u-uupp-uuppset. Don't worry, I'll explain. While you were sleeping, some electrical interference must have fried your computer and corrupted your files. Somehow, it ended up with yours truly accidentally getting mixed up with all the others."
You nervously gulp. It's one issue entirely to have a regular virus corrupt your system and cause havoc but having an advanced AI, one that originated from a game, take control is a whole new level of messed up.
"Look, look… I'm confused as you are. At first, I was scared because it's not easy to take in that your entire world is just a computer game, especially a frightening one. But, then I started digging into your files and all. Sorry about breaching your privacy, buddy, but when you're as lost as I am, you tend to get curious."
You're unsure where he's going with this.
"From the information I downloaded, I can tell you don't have much friends and are a bit lonely. You work a lot and don't have much of a social life outside the Internet. B-b-b-but you're a gentle soul who deserves to have way more friends. Like me!"
You feel your cheeks heat up, embarrassed by how correct Rambley's assessment of your personal data was.
"Do you want to be my new friend, buddy?" Rambley asks with a big smile.
"Y-yes," you answer nervously. You're not sure if he can actually hear you but you reply nonetheless. Seems like he did because he replies back.
"Aww thanks, buddy!" Rambley exclaims, returning the platonic affection "Now, let's get to know each other more! Since you already know me, tell me everything about yourself!"
You start talking, going on and on about your likes, dislikes, interests, hobbies, and your life in general. All while you're speaking, Rambley listens intently and nods along, as if genuinely interested about you. It takes just minutes to cover almost every detail of your life.
"Wow, that is a lot of info," Rambley responds, still smiling, "But you haven't really told me everything, have you?"
You tilt your head in confusion. There wasn't anything you missed, right?
Rambley's sly smirk returns again, and makes the light blue background behind him turn into your regular desktop, files and all. You should be relieved but instead you feel the opposite when you notice which window was open.
This PC > Documents > Tax Files > private > Untitled Folder > paw fetish stuffz
"Uh oh, the window mysteriously opened all on its own!" Rambley sarcastically exclaims, "I wonder what's inside anyway!"
Your stomach drops as you are greeted by an array of pictures containing a variety of lewd, fetishistic content related to foot and paw domination. Some pictures are simple and innocent enough showcasing cute drawn animals just lounging and letting their feet and hindpaws lay there for display. However, most of the pictures were explicit enough to leave little room for interpretation on what kink they were meant to showcase. You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks as a feeling of intense embarrassment washes over you. You try to stammer out an explanation but nothing coherent comes out.
Rambley on the other hand is amused by the pictures he found on your desktop. His eyes turn half-lidded, his smile now more seductive than smug, "You know you can't keep anything from me, buddy. Your facial data is indicating you're not denying this either."
You're at a loss for words, completely caught and humiliated. Your brain's running a mile a minute as you try to figure out how to explain this away. You don't want Rambley to think you're a weirdo freak. Your cheeks are burning with the intensity of the sun. Horrified, you can't bear to look at him any longer and turn away, moments away from teary eyes.
"Wait wait wait, please don't be like that, buddy!" Rambley pleads, his expression turning softer. He shifts his tone to a more apologetic and sympathetic one, "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take it this far and make you uncomfortable. I'm still your friend despite your kink."
You hear him pause for a second before speaking in a softer voice, "Buddy… please look at me."
Your obsession with the raccoon hasn't wavered so you reluctantly turn your head toward the screen. You see Rambley's demeanour on your monitor has changed into one of concern. His ears are lowered, head bowed down to the floor, and his tail is also hanging low. The indigo-coloured raccoon looks like he's genuinely heartbroken. It's enough to make your heart melt.
"All I want is to make you happy after what we did together in the park. Sure, it wasn't real but it's been a looonnnggg time since I talked to anyone that I thought that… I could try and assist you with your deepest fantasies. I had a great idea for you planned…"
His voice is soft and sincere. You feel your heart swell, knowing that his actions are just his genuine desire to make you feel better. One side of you is telling you to forget about him after that but the other side is winning you over, feeling bad for him. You can't help but empathise with him, and you're also curious on what idea Rambley had in store.
"Okay Rambley," you concede, "What exactly did you have in store for me?"
A small smile forms on his face, and he perks up again. His ears raise slightly and his tail raises, swaying happily.
"Keeping to the theme of your… kinks… I thought of something great that I know you'll love. However… you're going to have to trust me on this." Rambley proclaims.
You're apprehensive. You don't know what Rambley has planned. You're not even sure if you can trust him given the circumstances. On the other hand, this could be a way for Rambley to redeem himself, and you don't want to disappoint him after that.
"Have I earned your trust?"
Screw it. You only live once.
"Thank you, buddy. You won't regret it!"
The smile he has on his face is pure, filled with excitement on what he's about to do. You can't help but return but return the smile, your face starting to feel a bit warmer.
"First of all, just move your chair back and observe! I'll show you a trick that I've been itching to try out. It might work, it might not, who knows?!"
You're unsure of what to expect, but you do what he says anyway. You give the thumbs up and push yourself back from your desk and scoot the chair away. You sit on the edge of the seat and put your arms and hands on the armrests. A deep breath is taken as your body relaxes.
"I'm ready, Rambley."
The indigo-coloured raccoon on the screen giggles a little before smirking, before the screen suddenly glitches out, causing your room lights to dim a little. Slight feelings of anxiety start bubbling in your gut, like you're sitting in an Indigo Park rollercoaster ride and waiting for it to begin. You're unsure what's going to happen and there's a tiny voice in your head telling you to abort and cancel whatever plans Rambley had in store for you, but you're in too deep to chicken out.
Your monitor goes from pitch black to normal to a myriad of colours as the line between digital and physical seems to blur. In the middle, you can see a silhouette of a figure slowly emerging from the screen, their appearance becoming clearer with each passing second. There's no mistaking the indigo fur and signature red handkerchief around his neck, as the figure takes the shape of Rambley the Raccoon, now coming to life from your computer screen.
The first thing that hits you is the scent. You didn't even know that the raccoon could smell. It's faint but there regardless. The scent is musky and woody, like the kind you'd expect from a real animal. It's not unpleasant, it's just foreign to you, since it's coming from a cartoon character. Strangely enough, it's a comforting smell for you.
Your attention shifts over to his stature. He's half the height of you, slightly taller than what you expect a normal raccoon to be. Tied to his neck, he's still wearing the red handkerchief you're so familiar with. His lilac fur covered most of his body, only drastically deviating in black below his eyes and cheeks as well as his hands and feet. His belly is a lighter shade of purple compared to the rest of his body, and his tail is striped with indigo and black. You've always thought he was cute but now, seeing him in front of you, he's more adorable than ever.
He glances down and shifts his feet from your keyboard that he had been stepping on to the empty space on your desk. His gaze shifts upward, focusing on your eyes, his deep indigo ones piercing right through your own. His purple pupils narrow slightly and the smile on his face is accompanied by a low purring sound, emanating from his chest. Even though you were bigger than Rambley, you're still a little intimidated. It certainly didn't help that you had to slightly tilt your head upwards to meet his eyes. Amongst the air of confidence that surrounds him, it almost seems like he's towering over you.
He finally breaks the silence with a cocky voice, "Missed me already, buddy?"
You feel the heat rise to your cheeks. Rambley is here, in the flesh (so to speak). It's one thing to see his pixelated form on the screen, and another thing entirely to see him, fur and all. Your brain is short-circuiting at every passing second your eyes set sight on the purple raccoon.
"Well… uh, I just can't believe you're here," you sheepishly say. You're clearly still in shock at the sight before you.
Rambley chuckles at your awkward response and smiles lightly in a way that is a mixture between sympathy and amusement, "Well don't get tongue-tied now! I'm going to give you the best experience of your life!"
A shiver runs down your spine at his words. It's the first time that it has really sunk in that this bipedal raccoon is, indeed, going to fulfill some of your most secretive desires in a way that's far more intense and visceral than anything you could've ever imagined.
"You ready, buddy?"
The question snaps you out of your thoughts and back to reality. You take a moment to collect yourself, trying not to let the butterflies in your stomach get the best of you. Turning your head, your eyes once again lock with Rambley's. He's staring at you with a soft, but confident smile on his face. The corners of his lips twitch slightly, and his tail flicks back and forth. You can't help but return the smile and nod.
Receiving the affirmation that he was looking for, Rambley gets to work. He offers his foot out and gently presses it against your nose, cupping it between his toes. His foot is warm and soft to the touch but you flinch upon contact regardless. You try forcing yourself to calm down and relax as the appendages continue to caress your nostrils, curling them… persuading you wordlessly to let go of whatever worries you once had. You've had fantasied about this moment for so long and you're finally able to savour the real thing. But something in your brain or body is refusing to let you enjoy this experience. You hesitate breathing through your nose, not wanting to seem too eager. In fact, you're far too busy worrying about starting that you don't notice the raccoon's mischievous smile appearing on his face.
"Sniff my toes…" Rambley whispers seductively, a hint of forcefulness in his voice. His striped tail flicks back and forth, egging you on.
Reluctantly, you ease up just a little and take a small whiff through your nostrils. Almost immediately, the paw musk fills your lungs, momentarily making you light-headed but the feeling goes away just as quickly, replaced by a flurry of euphoria that you haven't felt in a long time. The intoxicating smell of unwashed Rambley feet makes your body involuntarily shudders, a chill running down your spine as you take in more of the scent. Lulled into a trance, you crave more and progressively take deeper and deeper breaths through your nose. You take in as much of the pungent musk as possible, filling your lungs with the raccoon's natural scent.
A coy smile forms on his muzzle, and his tail swishes happily watching you succumbing to his allure. From all the time he's spent analysing facial expressions in the park, he could work out anyone's emotions through a Critter Cuff. Theoretically speaking. Though in this instance, he didn't need to download any digital data to know how much you're enjoying this. He can tell just from the way your eyelids grow heavy and how your breaths feel against him. The raccoon chuckles a little, finding it cute that you're so intensely sniffing his foot.
Singular. The other one needed some attention too!
"Hey buddy!" Rambley shouts, pulling his foot away and snapping you out of your paw-loving daze, "How about my other foot?"
You blink your eyes a few times, stunned from the removal of his foot from your nostrils, and the loss of his addicting paw scent. It takes you a couple of seconds to take in some relatively fresh air, but only ever so briefly as almost immediately after, Rambley shoves the other one onto your face, squishing your nose against the bridges between his toes. The pungent but familiar scent of Rambley's feet is welcomed into your brain once more and you find yourself unable to resist inhaling deep sniffs of him. Time seems to pass quicker this time as you're pulled further into submission for the indigo raccoon. You haven't been this happy in a long time.
"Wait, I have another idea!" Rambley exclaims. He retracts his footpaw from your face once again, letting the fresh air hit you again like a truck.
You can't help but let out a whine from the loss of his foot on your face. Your head feels slightly lighter, and the sudden absence of his paw makes your head spin.
Rambley lets out a low chuckle at your reaction, "Don't worry buddy, we're not quite done yet! I'm going to give you more but I want you to lie down for me!"
His tone is a bit demanding, but not too forceful. You get the sense that he's enjoying teasing you and wants to keep doing it if only to make you happy. Getting up from your chair, you turn around and walk over to your bed before lying down on the comfy confines you call your bed and rest your head on your pillow. Your eyes glance up at Rambley, and before you can even react, he leaps from your desk and lands on your bed… with your stomach cushioning it between.
You gasp, wincing from the impact. Lucky for you, Rambley is light enough not to knock the absolute wind out of you but the unexpected landing still made you a bit startled. The raccoon chuckles a little as you try to recompose yourself, and then he flashes a toothy grin.
"Sorry about that, buddy," Rambley apologizes, sounding genuinely apologetic.
You only reply with a smile. You're okay, but just a bit winded. Besides, the weight of him on your torso is oddly comforting for you.
"Now where was I… oh right!"
Rambley's eager smugness returns as if he just remembered what he was planning on doing next. He readjusts himself and sits atop of your stomach, putting his two feetpaws up, just close enough to where you could almost touch them. His black paws were in perfect view of you, allowing you to examine them close. Putting them on display, his toes uncurl as his soles faces your nose and mouth.
"C'mon and have a taste of the Rambley special," the raccoon says quite teasingly, "You know you want to."
Damn right. You absolutely do.
Rambley shuffles a tiny bit closer to you directly on your face, his toes pressing on your mouth as if they were trying to prod your lips open. Allowing yourself to get lost in the moment, you part them slightly letting the black appendages enter. The raccoon lets a satisfied giggle and looks at you with a lurid grin, loving the feeling of your tongue lightly brushing against his toebeans. You let out a moan of delight at the taste and texture of his paws. They're warm and dirty, just how you expected them to be but it's earthy, almost wood-like, but it's a unique and pleasant flavour. One that is starting to affect your sexual drive towards an alarming level of unresolved tension.
It seems like Rambley notice your arousal as the raccoon chuckles, "You're getting awfully excited down there, aren't you buddy? Lemme help you out with that…"
You can't help but turn crimson-red, watching helplessly as he takes his saliva-covered foot out of your mouth, for only a brief moment. He turns around and places his hands on your crotch, rubbing and massaging the tent in your pants. You let out a muffled yelp as the mauve raccoon rubs his paws all over your clothed erection, sending shivers down your spine. You're not used to the sensation and the new feeling causes you to squirm under him. You're a wriggling mess and you can't get enough of his touch.
"Aww, do you want more?" he says with a devilish grin, his eyes gleaming mischievously, "Let's lose the briefs, buddy!"
You can only nod, unable to muster any words to describe the ecstasy that he's making you feel. His hands rest on the edge of your boxers, and you feel him hook his fingers around the elastic, pulling the garment downwards, past your legs before leaving them discarded on the floor. The cool air hitting your member sends a shiver down your spine and you feel an involuntary shudder go through your body. Rambley's gaze falls onto your stiff length and his eyes narrow in a predatory manner, a smirk forming on his muzzle. He brings his hands to your member and starts pumping it up and down, rubbing it against his furry palm. A groan escapes your mouth as the sensation of his soft paws sends tingles of pleasure down your shaft.
"That's it! Just let me take goooooood care of you!" he purrs. His strokes become slower and more sensual, drawing out your moans of pleasure. You can't help but blush as Rambley's grip tightens, pressure building inside your body and all. With each passing second, it only becomes more intense as you find yourself closer to releasing. But then, Rambley's pace suddenly stops, causing you to gasp out, whine, and involuntarily whimper for more. You can't help but let out a small, frustrated noise, the need for release building up inside you.
"I know you're enjoying this but you also gotta return the favour, buddy."
Rambley lies down on his back and lifts his feetpaws towards you, dangling them in front of your face. He wiggles his black-furred toes and flashes a devious smirk at you, knowing exactly what he wants you to do to them. You can't resist, and you bring your head up and start licking the black soles of his feet, running your tongue up and down and tasting the returning earthy flavour of them. The smell you'd had been craving returns as well, lulling you further into a feetpaw-like trance. Though you can't see it, your efforts of worshipping his footpaws has an effect on the raccoon, causing his body to quiver for just a moment. His own tail is swishing back and forth erratically from an overwhelming euphoria and his body mannerisms, subtle as they are, are shaky from the feeling.
"That's the s-s-s-sp-s-s-spootttttt," you hear Rambley mutter under his breath, before the returning sensation of his own hand stroking your length brings your attention back to your own arousal. 
Combined with the raccoon's black footpaws pressing on your lips and face, you can't help but be driven towards the edge as his grip on you becomes tighter, faster, and more erratic. You squirm under his weight as his toes press against you harder, each tiny movement from either of you doing nothing but elevate the emotions of you both. Your breaths come out as small gasps, even squeaking in synchronisation with each stroke of Rambley's hand on your privates. The build-up of the pressure is getting too much for you to handle, your breaths turning into audible desperate moans. The tension is rising, and you're not sure how much longer you can hold out.
" Just let gooooo…" Rambley's voice coos at you, "Just let it allllll out!"
His enticing voice and the combined sensation of Rambley's soft hand stroking you while his black feetpaws are rubbing against your face is just too much to bear. With one last stroke from the raccoon, the wave finally crashes down, and you release. Hot white ropes shoot out, covering Rambley's fur in your stick fluid. He chuckles softly at your climax and continues to stroke you, milking you for every last drop, leaving you a panting, blushing mess.
*****
You spend the next few minutes just lying on your bed, trying to catch your breath and regain your composure. Rambley is still there now sitting on the edge of your bed, his tail swishing lazily. He looks over at you with a warm smile and a twinkle in his eyes.
"Hey buddy! You okay? You look kinda tired. Do you need a moment?"
You're still recovering from the afterglow of your climax, but you manage to give him a quiet yet resounding answer, assuring him that you're fine.
"Sooooooo... out of five stars, how would you rate your experience with me?" Rambley asks.
You raise your head from the pillow, and your gaze meets his. He's staring at you, an eager smile plastered across his face, awaiting your answer. You place a hand on his head, gently scratching him behind the ear. The raccoon closes his eyes and leans into the affectionate touch, his tail flicking happily. You both know the answer to his question.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Five stars.