Cream and Her Gym Feet

Cream the Rabbit aims to make her feet smellier for a crush.

Only in one universe could a friendship between a human and a rabbit be considered normal. However, this wasn’t an ordinary rabbit one could own as a pet. She was a five-foot rabbit, apricot in colour, with a head larger than the human she was talking to.

Adrian, 18, had known Cream the Rabbit for four years. Nobody walking past the two in the park at Station Square would have ever guessed that they were shy. When together, they talked so much that people had to cover their ears. So far that day, Cream had done most of the talking. Everything was spewing out of her mouth, from how perfect her little home life was to how she someday wished to test if she could fly into space. A tall order, even with her large ears.

“I’m going to say that’s impossible—”

“The more you say something’s impossible, the more I wanna prove the opposite.”

“Okay, Cream.” The boy tapped her on the shoulder. “Please try to fly into space.”

“Sure. The worst I’ll get is a bruise if I land wrong.”

“I’m content keeping both feet on Earth, thank you.”

As the two laughed, Adrian felt a small bump on his leg. A bit of fuzz. He looked up to see Cream leaning closer to him. Though he continued to smile, gears began to turn in his mind as her mouth changed. She was now curling her lips.

The laughs ended immediately as Adrian backed away. “Whoa. What are you doing?”

Cream froze. “What’s wrong?”

“Did you just try to kiss me?”

“Um…” Cream smirked. “Yes?”

Oh boy… This wasn’t the first time Adrian sensed that Cream was developing feelings for him that went beyond friendship. She just had to say it.

He gulped. “Look, we’re friends and all, but I can’t really see the two of us working out like that.”

It took seconds for Cream to understand the words, but when she did, her smile faded. She looked as if he’d grabbed a pair of scissors and snipped her heart into jagged pieces. Tears didn’t flow, but the wobbly sound that infected her voice failed to set Adrian at ease.

“Why?” She barely let it out.

“Can you keep a secret?” When she nodded, he continued. “I have this foot thing, Cream.”

“Like a cream for warts?”

“No,” he chuckled. “This thing where I’m into girls’ feet, and it just so happens my body likes them when they smell natural, and really, if they have a stink to them. Like, a really hot stink. And Cream… I’ve smelt your shoes.”

“Ew, what!?” Her pupils shrank. “You smell my shoes?”

“Only about two times.”

“I haven’t washed them this month.”

“You wash them every month? Explains the lack of smell.” He looked down. “And I mean, maybe I’ve sniffed your actual feet a couple of times, and they smelt like nothing. You just don’t have feet that stink, Cream. Considering how fast you can go, it’s amazing.”

“Years ago.” Her breathing deepened. “I’m not the saving-the-world-with-action girl anymore. It was fun, but things are calmer for me now. Heck, I fly tons more than I use my feet.”

“And I’m glad for that, but it just means that because of my whole thing… It sucks since your feet are cute. It’s just impossible for you to make them stink or even sweat a bit.”

Cream sat still. Adrian made attempt after attempt to get her to respond, but the girl appeared to be in a daze. If ten seconds of poking couldn’t get her to respond, then a minute of Adrian comforting her wasn’t going to yield any results. He eventually stood up and waved good-bye.

“We’re still friends, right?”

Her head slowly went up and down.

“Hey, just have a good cry tonight, and everything will be fine tomorrow. You know what they say, plenty of fish in the sea.

I don’t want any average fish.

The flight home began with Cream in shock. But the closer she got, the more her cheeks puffed out.

My feet don’t smell good enough for him? I go to all this trouble to make them smell and look great, and his complaint is that I don’t treat them like garbage? Is this what boys want? Girls with nasty feet?

She gritted her teeth.

Fish in the sea… And there are a bajillion fishers with feet way more smelly than mine. And they can reel him up in a heartbeat. No! That is not happening! Fine, Adrian, you wanna go out with someone whose feet reek!? You want some sweat!?

Cream finally landed home and looked at her pristine shoes.

“Mother!” Her shrill voice broke through the walls. “No more washing my shoes! Please!”

***

It had been over a month since that day, and Cream had never felt like such a beast. In her mind, she was still the sweet little girl everyone knew her as. And though her personality still showed that tender side, it was everything on the outside that had radically changed.

As she walked past the treadmills of the VF Gym, she took a long look at herself in the wall mirror.

“Time to try this out, Cream.” She started to record a voice message to Adrian on her phone. “Hey, I know I’ve been ignoring your messages, and I’m so sorry for that, Adrian. But I don’t want your last memory of me to be that last conversation. Can we talk in person? I’m at the VF Gym, you know where.”

After she’d gone to the weightlifting area, she got a ding.

“Ladies and gentlemen, let the show begin!” The high number of weird looks she got couldn’t destroy the look of excitement on her face. “I never asked, but is there some kind of dark room in this gym?”

And while she handled that situation, Adrian was already on his way.

He wondered why Cream had been there in the first place. Something told him that she’d taken his comment about being sweatier to heart. But one’s body couldn’t magically change within a month. Cream had let herself go for years, and for all he knew, her feet still smelt fresh even when she was running in her younger years. Nevertheless, the least he could do was visit her and see what she wanted.

Once he walked inside, his ears were assaulted by the loud sounds of pop songs and heavy equipment. Wincing, he loudly banged on the front counter. “Looking for a giant rabbit, please!”

“Yeah, yeah, she already paid for you to come this one day.” The man pointed to the back. “Look by the bikes.”

“Thank you!” The gym’s scale wasn’t too large, yet Adrian found himself in a labyrinth of sorts. Once he got lost in the treadmill area, he had ended up in the weightlifting area. Plenty of humans here, but still no sign of Cream. While continuing to locate the section with the gym bikes, the boy’s nose twitched. It was like an irritating sensation had tickled the back of his nostrils.

No duh, a gym stinks. Half these people look like they just dunked themselves in oil. Now if there were girls here with their feet smelling, that’d be good.

At last, he knew he was in the clear when he saw legs pedalling. Sure enough, when he looked up, there was Cream the Rabbit. Although she wasn’t anywhere near the humans, instead isolated in her own little world as she pedalled along.

Oh, didn’t know they had some specifically for the animals, he thought, noticing how much bigger the pedals were to accommodate them.

He waited for Cream to acknowledge him. This went on for quite a bit considering that Cream’s head was straight forward. She never moved her head or darted her eyes, acting as if she was participating in a triathlon to receive first place. Up close, Adrian struggled to gauge her speed based on the blur her legs generated. It was as if she was a cartoon character. The pedals could have broken off at any moment with how much pressure Cream put into pedalling. Even if the blur didn’t highlight her effort, her mildly drenched fur made it obvious.

Adrian folded his arms. “Ahem.”

“Good afternoon to you too,” Cream hastily said. “I hope you’ve been doing okay.”

“Aside from it feeling strange not hearing you speak every day, yeah, things are alright.”

Cream finally glanced at the boy.

Oh, things are gonna be more than alright very shortly.

“Gimme a bit to pause on this thing.” She bit her lip, slowly grinding her feet to a halt. She let out a sigh and grabbed her right shoe. “I’ve been at this for a while. I need to let these things breathe.”

With her hand on the heel of her shoe, she gently tugged at it. The whole time, her eyes were on Adrian’s face. Although the boy didn’t realise this, as his focus was firmly on Cream’s huge foot. Smirking, Cream began to push and pull the shoe on and off her foot, never letting it fully escape. She waited for the right moment to finally let it hit the floor, the bounce forcing Adrian out of his trance. Once she took off the left shoe, her two socked feet rested on the bike’s handles.

After wiggling her toes, she took a sip of water. “Listen, about the whole ‘ignoring you’ situation…”

“You really don’t need to apolo—”

“I was talking.” Cream took a pause, motioning for Adrian to sit on another bike. “I’m sorry for not reaching out to you or even sending a message to tell you I was okay. It was totally a selfish move on my part, and I will never ever do that again.”

Adrian shrugged. “I was less mad and more concerned.”

“No need to be concerned anymore. We can just act like that day, and the past month by extension, never even happened. Pick up where we left of.”

“That’s fine by…” Adrian’s nose twitched again. He looked around, and to his shock, nobody else had entered the area. This bike section—the animal part—was exclusively filled by him and Cream. He pondered what he could’ve been smelling.

“Let’s see…” She put a finger to her chin. “Where exactly did we leave off?”

Cream’s smirk grew, along with the speed at which she was rubbing her feet together. They may not have been loud enough to overpower the roars from the surrounding machines, but Adrian’s ears still picked up the scratchy sounds. And the more Cream’s socks rubbed together, the more little blizzards of white fabric covered the bike.

“Oh, that’s right. You were very clear about how we couldn’t be an item because my feet were too clean for you. Because you wanted them to smell.”

Adrian looked between Cream and her active feet. “Is that what this is really about?”

“You just had to slip the word ‘impossible’ in, didn’t you?”

He chuckled. “Well, it’s a cute attempt, Cream. And I will say, I kinda like you more when you’ve got muscles compared to being all noodle-limbed. But no, I don’t think your feet are ever gonna get to that level I like.”

“You don’t?”

“Nope.”

“How about you take a whiff before jumping to conclusions?” Cream licked her lips. “Are you scared you’re gonna get proven wrong?”

“More scared of your reaction once I say they smell like nothing. But…” He looked around again. “No one else is watching, so I don’t see the harm. Least you’re not bothered by this foot stuff.”

Adrian walked to her bike, feeling a grand mix of embarrassment and curiosity. No way were Cream’s feet ever going to smell like what he wanted, but just to keep her spirits up, he’d tell her they were getting a little bit smelly. And for the first time, he’d be smelling Cream’s feet with her conscious and staring. It was a surreal experience to have Cream’s brown eyes fixated on the boy while her gigantic foot hovered before his nose.

At last he saw the bottom of the socks. White was the last colour anyone wanted to wear thanks to how visible the dirtiness could get, and Cream’s socks were no exception. They had a brownish-black tint spread across the whole bottom, with various hair strands and shoe grime bits clinging to the fuzz.

“Kinda impressed they’re even a little dirty, knowing you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “It’s not like I’m allergic to getting dirty.”

Adrian grabbed Cream’s left foot. As he got closer, his expression switched. Once his nose touched the fabric, the boy knew he would eat his own words. And as soon as he took the first major sniff, it was official.

Cream’s sock had an odour powerful enough to wake him from a coma. Linking the smell to something specific wasn’t possible, but it was as close to raw feet as Cream had ever gotten in his knowing her. Intense around the toes but lighter along the sole, the smell instantly burnt itself into Adrian’s mind. It wasn’t until Cream’s giggling got loud enough that he realised he’d been rubbing his nose all over her foot for a good while.

The intense blush on both of their faces said it all.

Cream silently pushed her right foot against his head, scrunching her toes as if to grip it. While Adrian alternated between smelling the feet, Cream’s eyes fell onto his pants, these tight denim jeans.

Whoo! It’s barely got room to grow in there, but by gosh, it’s fighting!

She returned to looking at his smothered face. “Heh.”

Adrian was left without words. All he could do was continue to inhale Cream’s musk. Only when Cream pinched his nose did he exit his state of shock.

“Ow!”

“So sorry.” Cream tapped him with her big toe. “It’s hard to keep the smell under wraps when I’m just so active here. On the bright side, I don’t stand out any more than the other hardworking men and women here.”

“Well…” Adrian froze. That specific smirk on Cream’s face meant that she was hiding something from him. He returned the expression. “I like that they finally have a smell, but you still don’t have feet that are gonna force me to get with you.”

That confidence’s got my ears twitching again, Cream thought. But he doesn’t know that that was just a warm-up.

“You can’t be sure of that when you’re only sniffing the socks.”

“Oh, I can.” Adrian tugged the tip of Cream’s left sock. “In my experience, nine times out of ten, the socks stink worse than the feet. They’re sweat absorbers, duh.”

“Duh? If that’s true nine times out of ten, what if this is the special exception?” Cream sucked her teeth. “Get it over with and smell the authentic source.”

Seems getting stronger gave her a boost in her sass level, too. Adrian shook his head and began to peel the rough sock off Cream’s foot. He blushed harder upon seeing her bare sole, almost trying to mimic the blush that it had. But aside from that element, there wasn’t much that set Cream’s foot apart from the other times Adrian had seen it. It wasn’t dirty. It didn’t have notably grime anywhere, just the occasional piece of white sock fluff.

Nevertheless, he appreciated the foot’s contrast to the sock in texture. Whereas Cream’s sock was as crusty as a piece of old bread, her foot was as soft as pudding. And as Adrian sunk his thumb into the supple sole, his eyes widened.

“Told you.” Cream smacked her lips. “Special. Exception.”

Adrian’s thumb slowly dragged across the sole. It took him more effort to stop the thumb from staying locked in this kiss with the foot. It was like Cream had put glue in her socks. Yet it was also a slippery sensation, and Adrian did a double take when seeing how much his digit shined.

“Hope you’ve got strong soap!”

Cream hopped into the air, pushing both her feet into Adrian’s face. Her ears flapped slowly to keep her elevated, and while she lightly pressed the socked foot into the boy, she had her bare foot crushing him.

Adrian had already taken multiple inhales from being startled alone. His dark eyes started to dilate on the tenth sniff. The boy’s body tensed before loosening and causing him to drop to his knees. The harder Cream tapped her toes on him, the more frequently he inhaled one of the foulest foot odours on the planet. Though feeling on cloud nine, he also felt a twinge of terror. How could Cream’s feet ever stink this badly, let alone get this moist inside of socks? He watched his friend stare with a wide grin on her face, waving while she peeled the other sock off with her toes.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hover up here for too long.” She looked to the side. “Don’t need everyone in here finding out about your little foot thing, do we?”

Adrian let out a muffled, “No!”

Cream chuckled, seizing the opportunity to slide her feet down his face. It left the boy’s head glistening, as if a slug had left its slime all over him.

“Want some more?” She lifted her foot, unable to quit smiling. “Wanna maybe lick it?”

“You’d actually let me?”

“Hmm…” Cream grabbed her shoes. “There’s a nine out of ten chance if you tell me what that felt like just now.”

Adrian sighed. Even with Cream’s feet out his face, that odour was rising from every part of his head. He swallowed what embarrassment he had about the intensity of Cream’s foot stink and whispered in her giant ear.

“I might have to marry you…”

To Cream, that said a lot more than any description of how nasty her feet were could. She looked at her feet, then back at Adrian. They maintained eye contact for what felt like forever before she finally spun around. She had begun speedwalking away from the bike area, leading Adrian to stand dumbfounded.

His lack of footsteps made her snap her fingers.

He doesn’t seriously think I’m done yet, does he?

Down a hall and around a corner, Cream had pulled the boy into a very different room. So different that his eyes needed time to readjust. In this room, the only source of light was the giant screen in the very front. Watching this movie were a dozen gym members, each walking or running on the sturdy treadmills. And Cream just so happened to have chosen one of the ones in the very back of the room.

She leaned close enough to where Adrian felt her breath sear his ear.

“Let’s change that ‘might’ to a ‘will’.”

Instead of activating the treadmill, Cream simply stood on it. She lifted herself onto the computer part, pointing at the running surface.

Adrian got a chill just thinking about having to lie on the machine where a bunch of sweaty gym leaders had been running. But the chance to be right under Cream’s feet was too good to pass up. He waited, biding his time, for her to do the inevitable. He know those long seconds would pay off once he saw nothing but complete blackness, followed by the harsh smell and moist pressure weighing on his face.

His nose was the only part of his face that saw any freedom, and it was still trapped between Cream’s arches. That little pocket of air just brought enough oxygen for him to stay conscious, but he was still largely inhaling the stench of ripe soles. The more he sniffed, the harder Cream applied pressure. Her heels pressed on his forehead, and her toes tickled his lips.

Those lips were the feet’s immediate target.

Cream reversed her position, now with her body facing the film screen. She stepped off Adrian’s face. As she looked at him, she felt her heart flutter. That naughty yet innocent sensation only increased as she placed her right foot’s big toe on his mouth. Without much effort, it slid inside, though not without Cream having to cover her own mouth. If she didn’t, everyone in this room would hear her high-pitched laughter.

Though that would not annoy Adrian in the slightest. If anything, it’d beautifully complement the nature of Cream’s playful feet.

Just as her feet smelt far worse than he expected, her foot tasted less clean than anticipated. Even without any noticeable grime, there was this sour aftertaste every time her toe left his mouth. Sometimes he’d feel it when she ran her foot across his tongue, making him suck up all the sole sweat. Yet despite this taste, it was distinct enough to have him returning for more. It may have been sour, but it also felt sweet. Or perhaps it was simply that Cream’s enchanting feet had Adrian under their spell, and he’d now appreciate every single aspect of them.

That Cream’s soles were so lengthy made him moan long every time he took a lick. He licked the left sole 20 times in a row, and it still had plenty of areas for him to soak. While licking, he began to lightly touch himself. That pressure in his jeans was building up so much, and something had to give.

Cream had to fan the flames out her cheeks once she caught wind of what Adrian was doing.

In addition to covering up the giggling, she now had to cover up her own moans. Cream had trouble staying still as Adrian sucked on her toes. It was an intense experience. She curled her toes inside of his mouth every time, receiving a stiff shock if he dared to stick his tongue between the digits.

Those pockets were nothing but salt havens to Adrian, yet for Cream, they were her most sensitive regions. The boy licked between her toes for 30 seconds straight, ignoring how Cream used her other foot to lightly signal him to pause. Adrian simply looked up at her, eyes a bit unfocused, then slobbered even harder on her foot.

To think Cream of all people could have feet that taste this noteworthy… Colour me impressed.

Cream started to pant, her legs trembling while Adrian sucked on her big toe.

At this rate, I feel like I’m the one who needs to get some relief…

But as much as she wanted to dig her hands into her shorts and get to work, her body worked to control itself. Instead, she kept a close eye on Adrian’s pants and the work he did. He had been switching techniques more frequently. Sometimes he’d tap the bulge, sometimes he’d give it a little rub, and there were times where Cream could see his groin muscles clench. And if Adrian was moaning and groaning, then the film’s audio did a decent job swallowing the noise.

Can I make this even better?

She retracted her toes from Adrian’s mouth. Before he could think anything negative, Cream had already moved closer to his crotch.

Her massive right foot stomped on the bulge in Adrian’s pants. The ball of the foot came down first, followed by the heel where his balls were. Cream applied as much force as she could on the ball of the foot. She twisted her foot and kept an eye on Adrian’s face the whole time. At first, he looked to be in some pain. Seconds later, Cream was able to smile, knowing that this move was the secret sauce to getting Adrian to bust.

Her left foot couldn’t resist joining in on the naughty fun. It slid underneath Adrian’s shirt, making contact with his bare body. It was drenched, it was warm, and most importantly, the toes were energetic. They squeezed his skin from time to time, and Cream managed to make them even pinch one of Adrian’s nipples. At the same time, she pointed to her stinky shoes, which were right near Adrian’s head. The boy grabbed one, stuck his nose. in it, and took a deep breath. With nothing but two feet and a shoe, Cream had complete control over Adrian’s senses.

She could change intensity with the flick of a switch. For as much as she crushed Adrian’s penis, she also lightly caressed it with her girly toes. And as that big toe pressed against the swollen tip, she nearly fell forwards.

Her sole covered Adrian’s crotch while the boy’s muscles clenched. Cream silently snickered at the sight of him so heavily sniffing her malodorous shoe. Underneath her foot, what started dry slowly became cold and wet.

Oops… I expected a small stain, not one that obvious!

Cream waited for Adrian to clean himself up—as best he could—inside the gym’s bathroom. Once he came out with a barely less obvious stain on his pants, Cream grabbed his hand and marched him outside of the gym. Her grip was powerful enough to tear out his arm, but Adrian didn’t put up a fight. The noises of Station Square covered up their conversation while they walked on the sidewalk.

“If you think I’m stopping going to the gym now ‘cause I maxed out, don’t think that.” Cream flexed her muscles. “I am gonna stay tip-top.”

“Hopefully for yourself and not just for me.”

“I’m not stupid… But since you brought it up—”

Smooch!

Cream could swear her head was going to fall off. She slowly turned to look at Adrian, whose lips were still pursed. He stroked her ear, continuing to look into her brown eyes.

“If your feet stink that hot on a regular basis, tell your mom she’ll have a new son-in-law.”

Her future flashed before her eyes. Spending more time with Adrian, having him kiss her and her feet good night and good morning… She saw him proposing to her with a ring, but not one meant for a finger. And at their wedding, she’d be walking down the aisle barefoot, her sweat soles giving Adrian a constant tease and reminder of the life he locked himself into.

Adrian continued. “I mean, you were already awesome enough, but now with the whole foot thing, you just shot yourself into a new tier of cool. So—”

Cream didn’t care less how people stared at her doing her celebratory dance. She snatched Adrian by the arm and began sprinting home, the boy struggling to match her pace.

“Just so you know, babe,” she giggled, “these on my feet aren’t the only pair of stinky shoes I have now.”