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As your about to take your first lick, your hands slip on the moist flesh, sending your face right into a sweat-filled wrinkle, your mouth still open. What you get is an instant mouthful of warm, foul salt water, gushing down your throat as you desperately try to pull yourself from the sole.

It was like a nightmare. As you kept trying to escape the fleshy wall, you kept slipping on the sweat, which would result in you face-planting into the wrinkles over and over again. The more attempts you made at pulling out of the sweat filled wrinkles, the more sweat you ended up being forced to drink and swallow. It was nothing short of hellish. You sobbed and cried out, but your pleas for help and mercy were replaced with gurgles and gulps!

Finally, after a long moment of taking in the fumes, the taste, and the overall feeling of being crammed into a rank bird sole, you manage to get a grip on the slimy flesh and pull your face out from its sweaty wrinkles. You gasp for fresh air, but alas, the powerful stench has polluted any and all clean oxygen around you. Moist, smelly air immediately fills your lungs, burning your throat as it rushed down to make its home within your body. Your legs wobbled from the intense stink, resulting in you collapsing before the unforgiving bird sole. "Oh, come now, human! Don't tell me you're giving up already! You've only cleaned a single wrinkle! You still have to clean the rest of this foot, then my other foot!" The bird boomed at your trembling body. This snobby bird didn't care in the slightest about the suffering you were going through just by servicing his feet. All he worried about was whether his feet would get cleaned or not! To him, you were a simple tool, a mere foot cleaner! Tears rushed down your defiled, sweat-caked face. You were at your breaking point, and you still had his other foot to clean! You looked back up at the sole, examining the areas you still need to cover with your tongue. Then you turned around and saw the other foot not too far away, its wrinkled sole awaiting to be cleansed of the sweat that plagued it. It was all just so overwhelming!

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TO BE CONTINUED! Go check down the other parts below or simply click Newer for next page ;3 This will follow up its continuation of both the comic and its story! >:3 Hope you enjoy it so far! ^^

Make love for Hawkmon and his very long and sexy feet! <3

Check other part(s):
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 1/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 2/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 3/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 4/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 6/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 7/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 8/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 9/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 10/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 11/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 12/12

Illustrations are made by me,
Credits to , a Warm Foot member and storywriter.

Description
As your about to take your first lick, your hands slip on the moist flesh, sending your face right into a sweat-filled wrinkle, your mouth still open. What you get is an instant mouthful of warm, foul salt water, gushing down your throat as you desperately try to pull yourself from the sole.

It was like a nightmare. As you kept trying to escape the fleshy wall, you kept slipping on the sweat, which would result in you face-planting into the wrinkles over and over again. The more attempts you made at pulling out of the sweat filled wrinkles, the more sweat you ended up being forced to drink and swallow. It was nothing short of hellish. You sobbed and cried out, but your pleas for help and mercy were replaced with gurgles and gulps!

Finally, after a long moment of taking in the fumes, the taste, and the overall feeling of being crammed into a rank bird sole, you manage to get a grip on the slimy flesh and pull your face out from its sweaty wrinkles. You gasp for fresh air, but alas, the powerful stench has polluted any and all clean oxygen around you. Moist, smelly air immediately fills your lungs, burning your throat as it rushed down to make its home within your body. Your legs wobbled from the intense stink, resulting in you collapsing before the unforgiving bird sole. "Oh, come now, human! Don't tell me you're giving up already! You've only cleaned a single wrinkle! You still have to clean the rest of this foot, then my other foot!" The bird boomed at your trembling body. This snobby bird didn't care in the slightest about the suffering you were going through just by servicing his feet. All he worried about was whether his feet would get cleaned or not! To him, you were a simple tool, a mere foot cleaner! Tears rushed down your defiled, sweat-caked face. You were at your breaking point, and you still had his other foot to clean! You looked back up at the sole, examining the areas you still need to cover with your tongue. Then you turned around and saw the other foot not too far away, its wrinkled sole awaiting to be cleansed of the sweat that plagued it. It was all just so overwhelming!

.....
.....

TO BE CONTINUED! Go check down the other parts below or simply click Newer for next page ;3 This will follow up its continuation of both the comic and its story! >:3 Hope you enjoy it so far! ^^

Make love for Hawkmon and his very long and sexy feet! <3

Check other part(s):
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 1/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 2/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 3/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 4/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 6/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 7/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 8/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 9/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 10/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 11/12
Hawkmon and a tiny slave - Part 12/12

Illustrations are made by me,
Credits to , a Warm Foot member and storywriter.