He asked for it?

"Maybe later," you claim and reach out to the cowering feet. Each is both longer and wider than your hand and is curled violently. You turn your hand around and push the foot on your right up by the toes. The sole is struggling to escape, but you hold it up firmly with your palm. Agumon's breath quickens and his eyes are full of fear.

You reach your other hand over and brush it along the sole. Agumon flinches a bit and grits his teeth. His foot is warm and incredibly soft, although a little muscular. You curl your fingers down along the sweet arch and he nearly screams. He tries to push your hand away with his other foot and fails miserably. You swirl your new claws across his ball and down the far side to his heel.

"Nononono!!" Agumon's voice catches in his throat. You brush your nails down the inside of the arch and you can hear him stifle a cry.

Written by The Tickler

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