Silver screen high jinks
In the roughly year 1877, much of the southern states within the United States remain devastated from the civil war defeat, but vast industrial towns have spring up like grass on the Great Plains in the northern states. In the library of a Victorian home in one of those industrial towns, a stunning young she-wolf morph in her mid-twenties with almond-shaped indigo blue eyes and shoulder-length dark gray hair.
She rests her five-fingered light gray pawed hand on top of a land deed on her desk and glances at the land deed with a shaky signature on the bottom of the paper. Her toned 6ft even dark gray pelt was encased in a black and white pinstripe blouse, pinstripe walking skirt. Around her waist was a narrow black velvet belt; her torpedo-shaped tail stuck out a hole in the back of the dress. Black stocking encased her legs, why black Victorian boot encased her light gray four-toed pawed feet. A black and white Victorian touring hat sat on top of the desk within reach of the she-wolf hand.
"My father was a very sick wolf; he was close to his death went your father tricked him into signing this land deed, so I don't recognize this land deed to be true. My family has lived in this town since this town was nothing more than railroad stopover on the way to San Francisco, so Mr. Butler, I will not sell the whitetail to you, so leave my home and never return." The she-wolf exclaimed as she put the black and white Victorian touring hat on top of her head between her lupine ears and walks past to other morphs in the library.
The first morph was a handsome wolf man with a sepia-colored old west mustache in his late twenties with lentil-shaped cobalt blue eyes and short sepia color hair in his five-fingered white pawed hand; he held a gold tycoon cane. Why between his lupine ears was a black Victorian top hat. His 6ft 1in muscular sepia color pelt was encased in a white Victorian men's dress shirt, black with velvet trim regency tailcoat, Donovan double-breasted vest, and black Livingston brushed cotton trousers. His sepia-colored torpedo-shaped tail stuck out a hole in the back of trousers between the coattails. His four-toed white pawed feet were encased in a pair of black leather men's lace-up boots.
Standing beside the wolf man was a gorgeous vixen morph holding the handle of a folding desk in her late twenties with feline-shaped reddish-brown with flecked green eyes and shoulder-length red hair. A cognac-colored Victorian touring hat sat between her vulpine ears on top of her head. Her 6ft even superbly shape rusty, reddish pelt was encased in white Georgiana blouse, black twill bustle skirt, long rusty, reddish bushy tail with white tip stuck out the back of the dress. Around her waist was a narrow black velvet belt. Black stocking encased her athletic legs, why black veil granny boot encased her four-toed black pawed feet.
"Mark my words, Miss Clark, I will have this land that the whitetail sits on, Rose let go home!" the wolf man said gruffly turning on his heels skulk off like a kicked dog,
"Yes, Mr. Butler," The vixen answer loyally as she follows the wolf man out of the house onto a waiting carriage being pulled by one giant lizard,
"Now what, Mr. Butler?" the vixen inquiry curious, taking her seat in the carriage across from the wolf man and setting the desk on the ground by her feet,
"We wait, my beautiful Rose, and see what your agents find out about the whitetail; you look kind of uncomfortable with those boots upon your pretty black pawed feet," The wolf man comments cryptic tapping metal end of his cane on the side of the vixen right boot,
"Very uncomfortable, Edward," the vixen knowing as she smiles suggestively at the wolf man,
"Driver home as fast as the lizard can go," Edward calls as the carriage pull out from the whitetail.
"Cut!" the director calls.
"Set up for next scene with Miss Andrew, Good work, you two, take a break till your next scene," The director said as Keith and Krystal walk back to the trailer they share on the movie set,
"Tee-hee, stop tickling my toes Keith, I am trying to get some rest; it hard work acting," Krystal comment secretly playful, wiggling her ticklish toes each time Keith scratch the pad on the bottom of her toes; why laying on the bed in the back of the trailer still wearing her Victorian costume with her stockings, but without her boots on,
"How can I not tickle my elegant girlfriend fantastically taken care of pawed feet. Went she wearing a stocking; her black pads are so soft and smooth. The claws on her toes so beautifully claw cured and do get me start on her velvety black socked feet." Keith stopped in mid-sentence as Krystal get up on her elbows with a knowing smile and playful laughter,
"Oh stop it, Keith, I know what you really want, you flatterer," Krystal exclaims slyly as Keith, still wearing his Victorian costume, sits at the foot of the bed in front of Krystal stocking-clad pawed feet,
"Oh well, it not like we are going to shoot our scene right away. So go right, ahead Keith, and take my stocking off. My feet are your to-do with, but love, please don't go overboard with my ticklish pawed feet; this costume the only thing that fits me. I would hate to hold the film up to wait for a new costume to arrive," Krystal explains fondly as she helps Keith remove her stockings, exposing her perfectly shaped black bare four-toed pawed feet.
Krystal knows she not going to get a quick cat nap between scenes, so Krystal lays back down on the bed and sigh slowly. A moment later, the trailer is filled with Krystal's bubbly laughter as Keith runs his blunt hand claws up and down the entire length of her soft and smooth, perfectly shaped black bare four-toed pawed feet.
Meanwhile, in the star trailer, the young she-wolf Miss Saralinda Andrew pace back and forth in her stocking-clad lupine light gray pawed feet, still wearing her Victorian costume without her boots on read the script scene by scene, went she reach the tied-up on the train tracks scene of the movie. A cold chill run down her back out her tail.
'That scene would be awful to do if certain people, I knew. Would be involved with this movie me tied-up helpless and my dreadful ticklish feet vulnerable to attack. My muzzle tied shut unable to release the pent up laughter those people would force out of me. It would be unbearable, but I am pleased none of those people are in this movie,' Saralinda thought as she watches her dear friend Keith with his girlfriend Krystal run past her trailer window on the way to shoot their next scene together in the movie,
'It wonderful that Keith found such dedicated female morph to love him and superb vixen no less. I have heard about vixens because they would very easily toss side noble wolves’ love and move on to the next best thing. Why leave the first wolf heartbroken and depress, unable to find a new mate to heal their broken heart.' Saralinda thought as she went back to reading her scene
In a big office in a large wooden building, a map of the surrounding territory lays open on a table. Looking over the map was Mr. Butler; a tiny red flag marks the location of the whitetail estates; a set of railroad tracks runs the entire length of the map stopping at the site of the whitetail. A secondary railroad route is marked out on the map a mile from the whitetail; a black flag marks the property owned by black orchid Inc; it would make millions if the railroad tracks go through its property. A moment later, Mr. Butler's vixen secretary runs into the office waving a telegraph in her black pawed hand,
"Mr. Butler, I just received a telegraph from my spies in the state capital you will not believe who owned the secondary route property" Rose excited,
"Who owns the secondary route property?" Mr. Butler inquiries,
"Black orchid inc" Rose answers,
"I know! those dumb spies," Mr. Butler testily,
"But you don't know who own black orchid Inc, Mr. Butler," Rose comment handing the telegraph to Mr. Butler,
"Have a look" Rose comment as Mr. Butler look at the telegraph,
"That underhanded two-faced she-wolf she has been playing me the owner of Black orchid inc. Miss Helen Clark" Mr. Butler said bitterly as he crumbles up the telegraph and tosses it on the ground,
"That right, Miss Helen Clark; from what I found out, it sounds like Miss Clark is selling her property for two times the selling Price and is planning to sell you the worthless white tail went the deal is done. But I did a little bit of research on the land the whitetail sits on. It seems that there a huge vain of coal running under the whitetail that Miss Clark doesn't know of we might lose out on the railroad. But trains don't run on water alone." Rose explains as Mr. Butler hugged his vixen and licked her face, before laying her down on the table and tearing her boot and stocking off her pretty black pawed foot,
"Nooooo, pleashehehehehes not ttoooeeess!!!" Rose screams as Mr. Butler tickles her toes.
"Cut!" the director yells as Keith helps Krystal to her feet with one less boot and stocking,
"Great work again, you two; if you ever think of leaving law enforcement, you have the starring roles in my next movie," The director comments,
"No, we are both pretty happy with our jobs as cops. Do you agree Krystal?" Keith inquiry,
"Very much so, but anyway, it was great fun putting on this costume and playing a role in a movie." Krystal comment as the director smile,
"But anyway, Miss Rose doesn't quite take that costume off yet. You and Mr. Sterling still have one more scene to finish the film off," The director explains as her cell phone rings in her trailer, and she goes and answers it,
"Would you like a bottle of water, my dear vixen?" Keith ask as they walk over to the food and drink table to get a bottle of water for Krystal,
"I would love one, my noble wolf, and thank you," Krystal loving as Keith opens the bottle for her and hands it to her, at which time she take a big drink from it,
"Went we get home, my dear vixen, I have a special gift plan for you it to thank you for let me tickle those well care for pawed feet," Keith comment,
"I don't need a special gift from you, my noble wolf. I am your loving girlfriend that only special thing I need," Krystal comments, loving as she gives Keith a loving lick on his cheek,
"Even a special girlfriend like you deserve a special treat, so let me tell you what I have planned for you, and maybe you will change your mind; my plan is going to be went we get home I am going to rub those well care for pawed feet of your those boots look kind of tight on your large feet" Keith explains as a gleeful smile form on Krystal's muzzle,
"A paw massage! It would be divine, my noble wolf, and you are right; these boots were very tight on my large feet; it hurt walking and standing on them all day on the sets, so I was more than happy to let you take my boots off my paws went we were in the trailer, but before I let you do that to me you will have to rub cream on both my feet because I know you are going to try to tickle my toes again I should have never told you I am the most ticklish on my toes during our first date" Krystal explains as Keith chuckle and Krystal and Keith continue talking to each other in front of food and drink table,
A moment later, the female director exits her trailer with a disappointed look on her feline face; she approaches Keith and Krystal, standing by the food and drink table.
"I am sorry, Miss Rose and Mr. Sterling, but I was just told by the producer of this film that tie-up scene the last scene of the movie had been pulled because we are at the budget cap. So it has been nice working with both of you. And one more thing, could you please tell Miss. Andrew what has happened, and could you return these ropes and gags back to the prop truck next to the costume truck went you return your costumes? I would be so thankful." The female director explains as she shakes both of their hands,
"Sure, we will do it," Keith answer as Krystal shook her head; Keith and Krystal watch as the female feline director walk over to her people to tell them to start taking down the sets and to come to the last film meeting in her trailer went there are done,
"It looks like you are getting your gift paw massage earlier than I thought, Krystal," Keith explains as Krystal follow Keith to Saralinda's trailer,
"Anytime you massage my aching pawed feet is a gift itself, so let do this quickly; my feet are very sore." Krystal comment as Keith was about to knock on the door; the trailer door flies open Saralinda grab Keith by the arm and pull him into her trailer,
"Oh good, you brought the rope and gag with you; come on, quickly tie me up like you are going to do in the scene; before I change my mind, I would like to get a feel of being tied up. It will put my nerves at ease," Saralinda insisted as Krystal enters the trailer and watch Keith tied up Saralinda and gag her muzzle; went Keith was done, Saralinda try to get herself loose.
"Mmmm," Saralinda exclaimed, trying to talk.
"Hey, Krystal can your sore feet wait I have heard a rumor that Saralinda is very ticklish on her feet let find out" Keith comment as Saralinda shakes her head no and tried to talk,
"I have heard the same rumor, Keith; as an investigator, we should really investigate if they are true," Krystal comment playfully, curious as stress line form on Saralinda's brow,
"Well, if we are doing it as an investigator, then we should really test it on her bare feet it will serve no purpose her wearing stocking if we want to test the ticklish of stocking feet, we can use your feet, my dear vixen," Keith comments as Saralinda's face grows haggard with worry quickly; she shook her head no as Keith begins to undo her boots,
‘This is nightmare me a famous movie star is tied up, gagged and worst of all from talking with Keith girlfriend Krystal he knows how to tickle female morphs pawed feet this not going to be fun, I can't stand my feet being tickled. I can only hope he doesn't tickle me into madness.’ Saralinda thought as she tries to shake Keith off her back and crawl away,
"Oh, boy Krystal, this ticklish she-wolf is trying to knock me off her back," Keith comment holding on,
"Keep holding on, Keith; we are close to having her boots off," Krystal encouraging as Keith sits right back down on top of Saralinda, trapping her on the ground again.
On the floor of the star trailer and exhausted, Saralinda watch as Keith untied and removed her boots, exposing her stocking clad light gray four-toed pawed feet with black claws. Using her eyes and her acting skills, Saralinda plea with Keith not to remove her stockings because she knew it would be worst on her bare pawed feet. Keith just smiled and ran a single blunt claw down the entire length of her large stocking-clad right foot, causing Saralinda to jump and yelp in her gag. Saralinda, with a scorching look on her face, tried to pull her feet out of Keith's vice-like grip went that failed; she resorts to smack Keith on his muzzle with her torpedo-shaped tail; Keith quickly stops that by unlacing her boot and tie up her tail.
With nothing left, Saralinda just laid still on the ground waited for the feeling of her stocking being removed from her furry legs and a cool breeze blowing across the pads of her feet. Saralinda had not long to wait as Keith had quickly pulled both her stocking with her stocking removed. Keith look upon Saralinda faultless four-toed light gray pawed feet; her pads on the bottom of her feet were faultless in shape. The only difference was that white fleck peppered each of her pads and her black claws were faultless as well.
"My goddess, what magnificent pawed feet Saralinda has," Keith exclaimed, flabbergasted as Saralinda blushes,
"What!" Krystal exclaim irately,
"You say I have superb pawed feet best you have ever seen, Keith," Krystal testily as she growled at Keith,
"Hmm, you do, my dear vixen," Keith strained as Krystal tore her boot and stocking off her black pawed foot and stood in front of Keith barefooted,
"So tell me, Keith, who pawed feet do you like the best" Krystal inquiry with a warning look in her eyes as she didn't notice Saralinda crawling off,
"Can we discuss this a bit later, my lovely vixen?" Keith comments as he watches Saralinda crawling off toward the back of the trailer,
"Why not now, Keith," Krystal insisted as Keith grabs Krystal,
"Because our barefooted she-wolf is making a break for it," Keith exclaimed as Krystal's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, watching Saralinda make her way to the back of the trailer very fast; quickly, Krystal turn on the balls of her feet and dived onto Saralinda's back, Saralinda rolls her eyes as vixen lands on her, she tries to shake the vixen off her back but fails,
"Oh, Krystal, control that pride of yours," Keith boldly,
"I am sorry it will not happen again," Krystal sorry as she switches positions with Keith, so he sits on Saralinda's back, and Krystal can test helpless she-wolf paws.
Krystal started very gently, her long finger claws tracing a weaving path all over Saralinda's helpless footpads. Saralinda being terribly ticklish, immediately felt the muscles tighten in her legs and bury her gagged muzzle into the rug of her trailer to prevent herself from gasping out loud, showing Krystal she found one of her tickle spots. If this wasn't bad enough, Krystal had barely started tormenting Saralinda's helpless footpads. A couple minutes later, Saralinda pops off the floor a few inches as she felt a blunt finger claw sliding smoothly down her foot pads from top of heels over balls of her feet before ending at her toes. The sensation made her want to let loose her pent-up laughter, but the gag prevents that from happening. It was sheer agony as she desperately wants the gag to remove from her muzzle so she could release all her pent-up laughter.
Saralinda felt like she was in a nightmare picture as the assault upon her tender foot pads continued nonstop. There were more fingers now, two hands on each footpad, crawling and sliding around her footpads like spiders, mercilessly brushing the sides of her feet and exploring the sensitive parts around her toes. It was sheer torture, and she knew if it continued for much longer, she would either pass out or goes mad from the tickling of her foot pads; regardless of what next, she would be in no condition to finish the picture anytime soon.
Saralinda was half tempted to let go and just release all the pent-up laughter, but just as she was weighing up the pros and cons of her deciding, the claws suddenly stopped. It was an incredible relief; her hopes started to build up that she was finally being untied, and a new sensation began. It was so soft and gentle that Saralinda could barely feel it at first, but the feeling started to grow all too quickly. A single feather was dancing all around her foot pads and in between her toes and Saralinda knew that she could no longer take it. It was then the feather stop, and Keith gently picks Saralinda off the floor and carries her over to the bed in the back of her personal trailer. Keith gently sat Saralinda down on the bed and removes the gag; Saralinda angrily growl at him went; it didn't have the effect she was hoping for; she felt bad for doing it.
"I thought we were friends, Keith" Saralinda hurt as Keith starts to untie her,
"We are friends, Sara," Keith explains,
"Then why did you tickle torture me if we are friends, Keith" Saralinda inquiry as Keith remove the ropes,
"That was no tickle torture Sara that was a friendly tickle nothing more even ask Krystal she will tell you that I am telling the truth," Keith comment as Saralinda look towards Krystal, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed flexing her four toes,
"Is he telling the truth, Krystal?" Saralinda inquiries as Krystal look toward Saralinda with a smile,
"Yes, he is; he does that to me often, and I am his girlfriend because I am his girlfriend went he does that to me, he waits till I am worn out if he was going to tickle torture you Saralinda. He would not stop till you break," Krystal explains as they leave Saralinda to rest and regain some of her strength after being friendly tickled.