"Ugh, I could have sworn I told them to clean up after themselves," King Nacho sighed, slouching on the couch with Miguel, who had the same but different problem. When exiting the mess hall earlier after a quick victory against the invaders from the kingdom of Horus, which was fairly easy with no casualties, he had been put through a nice slip 'n slide experience after not looking down at the cuddle of nacho cheese and sauce wasted on the floor. He was vastly surprised at first but quickly became angered when coming to and ordering those responsible to clean up and give him 35 pushups.
Afterward, he had spent his time scrubbing the condiments off himself and had gotten done by the time Miguel arrived, looking just as strong and muscular as always. Looking just about like him, honestly.
"I know," Miguel sympathized, stealing a quick glance at his hindpaws that weren't completely clean from earlier. "The same happened to me earlier, but it was my own mess." He paused, taking another look at his ancestor's hindpaws again. "At Felicity's place. She dropped some cupcakes she bought from the store and I ended up stepping on a few of them and almost breaking my neck."
Nacho snorted a laugh. He was always on the clumsy side, especially at times when it was unwarranted. He's also heard of the 'Cupcake Pants' thing from those Vikings who were stuck in the Meanotour's literal maze of a lawn. "The same almost happened to me too. Did you clean up before coming over?"
"Yeah, I guess. But the floor on the way to your room felt sticky. And the guys cleaning it up didn't look so happy to see me passing through." He felt something sticky on his toes when he wiggled them and it clicked. Well, when he caught the ruler staring down at his feet, which were still soaked with cupcake filling (Felicity brought the stuffed kind). Geez, how'd he forget to wash down there?
"Oh, that makes sense." He realized, looking down at Nacho's, which were mostly covered in sauce and cheese, unsure what to think of at the moment until Nacho piped up.
"I need my paws cleaned," He stated so casually as though he was hungering over his own just moments ago.
"Yeah, me too," Miguel said, humming in thought. Nacho did the same, playing along to his descendant's game as their paws are stained in various food items, just begging to be cleaned. At least in the way they both know best.
They 'think' for a while before a solution comes up and the king is the first to voice it.
"I know!" He exclaimed, sitting up. Miguel let an excited yip and looked him expectantly in the eyes.
"You do?" He asked, his tail wagging.
"Yes, it is something that Catterly and I had tried one time,"
Upon hearing that, Miguel's look deflated a little. "Uh, you don't mean the uh..."
Nacho cuts him off right there. "No, no, not that." He blurted out, blushing madly. The madam's paws felt plenty nice but not when balled up, coated in the best lube, and... ugh. He shivered at the memory. "That's the last time I let her do anything extreme."
"Oh, ok then, but what was it, King Nacho?" Miguel went on, already knowing the answer when he caught his eyes drifting to his stained paws.
"Well..."
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It took some effort, but the two dogs had finally found a solution to getting their paws clean...by cleaning each other's at the same time doing the ol' 69.
Yes, and the position to do so took quite a bit of erection stifling and resisting from both canines because of the many times they got each other off like this in other situations. King Nacho laid against the armrest of the couch with his legs spread. Miguel was on top of him, in between his legs and slobbering all over his left paw while the latter sucked the icing from in between his toes. He moaned, loving the taste of stepped-on nacho cheese on his tongue that drooled. He went for the pawpads, swirling his tongue around for more of it, only to taste salsa and hum.
"Mmm..." To that, his ancestor chuckled softly at licking the icing of the cupcakes he stepped on off his soles before going to suck more off from his toes, the vanilla flavor mixed with rainbows made his tail tap harder against the armrest. It was even better that he was getting it from Miguel's paws when he sucked some more and flitted his tongue in between them to make sure there was none left. He giggled when his descendant returned the favor with a bit of tickling by running a finger up his wrinkled soles a few times.
He shot back by blowing on the tootsies soaked in his saliva, provoking a small, surprised yip from the grown pup below.
"Low blow."
"You started it, my boy." Nacho retorted, going to slather the right paw in his saliva, prompting Miguel to do the same. He saw a good part of his toes down to his pawpads soaked in both nacho cheese and salsa and got to work with his tongue. However, he was going to savor it and take his time. Meanwhile, Nacho was busy slowly licking pieces of a squished cupcake off the grown pup's paw pad, wiggling his toes thoughtfully that were being sucked in his mouth, feeling his tongue scrap those condiments off.
Then, he lets go with a soft pop, licking his lips and dragging his slobbering tongue up and down the underside at the same pace King Nacho went on his, slowly gathering that rich taste of dairy. He eventually goes down to the paw pad and planted his mouth on it, suckling away as though it would magically dispense more. His ancestor did the same, addicted to not only his feet but the sweet flavor of cupcakes he brought from his little accident back home.
If he could be honest- well, if they could be honest, they would most likely want to 'accidentally' get their paws dirty so they could clean each other off more often. That much Nacho thought while sucking away on the pair of toes that were clean, not receiving the vanilla taste from before, but too far into it to cease now. He swirled his tongue around each digit before releasing them with a sigh and going to get the one that was left out, flicking his tongue on it while Miguel kissed one of his soles and licked from there to his heel and back, the area devoid of the sauce combination yet the urge to completely wet the king's paws remained.
"Mmhm, mmhm," He hummed, now dragging his tongue along the top part with Nacho kissing at his right back, clearly enjoying this, then went to bring both feet together while straightening himself out on the couch. To Miguel's surprise, he paused from sucking on his toes once more to look back at him slathering both soles and paw pads in his saliva like before.
"Your turn now," He said, giving his toes one last kiss. Without further ado, he takes both feet and leans down, vigorously sucking on his toes and licking in between them, his taste buds picking up scraps of nacho cheese from earlier. He goes further and dips down to where he could flick at his ancestor's paw pads and his soles from where he was positioned. The occasional sighs and giggles from Nacho further motivating him until he goes back to slurp on his tootsies and kiss them before he was done.
"There, all done, and just as clean as ever." He concluded, turning back around to snuggle in his ancestor's chest as he chuckled, rubbing down his ears.
"Thank you, my boy, you have done very well, like I have," Nacho saluted, lenaing down to kiss him on the forehead. "Perhaps we ought to get our paws dirty more often, wouldn't you think?"
Miguel tittered, scooting up to lick the ruler on the cheek. "I'd like that. A lot." Then, he nuzzled into his neck, murring along with him.
