Glazed Do-nuts

Goldy the grizzly bear was pacing back and forth behind the counter of her donut shop: Bear Clawz. She was nine feet long from nose to tail, and walked on all fours. A little pink flower rested behind her left ear, accentuating the femininity of her bulky brown-furred form.

Her black claws tapped against the dimly lit ceramic tiles as she walked back and forth. It was the early morning hours before sunrise and she was waiting for some friends. She had mentioned her shop to them, and they eagerly asked if they could help out. Goldy was more than capable of running the store by herself, having obtained some customized cookware to accommodate her lack of grippable handpaws. But the shop was closed today and she didn’t mind spending some time with them to see what they could do.

The front door creaked and shop-bell jingled as two figures stepped inside, who unlike Goldy preferred to walk upright. One of them was a pembroke welsh corgi, with green eyes and the typical white and tan fur of her breed. She wore a dress, which was lilac-purple and pleated near her legs. Her height was a third of Goldy’s overall body-length, and she too had a pink flower, which was stitched behind her ear. A similar pink was found on her pawpads and tongue. What made this corgi different from others was she was a living plushie, filled with stuffing instead of flesh. She still had some basic respiratory and metabolic functions, but for the most part she was a simple stuffed dog. She was identified by a blue-leather collar around her neck bearing a silver-bone shaped tag which read “Owashii.” She seemed to be perky and full of energy.

The other figure was an otter of the same height, but much wider and pudgier by comparison. His fur was brown, with a lighter brown underside running from his muzzle do the tip of his tail. His tongue and paw-pads were blue, matching his gentle, icy blue eyes. A ring of darker, slightly faded blue could be found close to the tip of his tail and around his right ankle. A small silver earring rested just at the base of his right ear, and he wore a purple collar. Hanging from the collar was a round brass tag which bore not his name (Cooper) but the words “Good boy.” The only other clothes he wore were a pair plain black gym-shorts, which just barely contained his massive form. He seemed to not be fully awake yet, dragging his webbed feetpaws very slightly.

“Glad you two could make it,” said Goldy with a warm smile. She sauntered over to the two and bumped her nose up against them in an affectionate gesture. The plushie corgi’s stomach pushed in slightly when the ursine nose sank into the fabric, and the otter’s pudge lightly squished around the bear’s snout in a soft hug. The bear took a few steps back and looked at her two friends. “Hopefully it wasn’t much trouble waking up so early?”

Cooper replied with a yawn, his fisted handpaws rubbing over his eyes. “It wasn’t too bad but I have no idea how she has so much energy.” He reached his arms up and stretched, his fat belly bulging out with his backwards bend.

“I’m a morning dog,” said Owashii, giving her friend’s tummy a playful poke. He groaned softly and then slouched forward. “Plus I can never really sleep in past a certain point so this is only a few hours from when I usually wake up.”

“It’s not going to be like this for you every day,” said Goldy. “But if you are serious about helping out here, I might need you to come in early some mornings.” She turned her large body towards the kitchen and began to walk towards it.

“You’re sure you don’t mind doing this for us?” asked Owashii. The bear stopped and turned her head to look at the corgi as she spoke. “I mean, if we look at this from a business perspective you’re technically operating at a loss today, even if we are your friends.”

Goldy chuckled a little bit. “Life’s too short to think of it in economics.” She then turned her body to face the corgi. “But if it helps you feel better about it, look at it this way: I’m making an investment into potential assets at the cost of what is ultimately just a tiny dip in overall profits. The graph is still trending upwards, but I’m not putting the quality my customers have come to expect at risk.” She nudged the corgi’s nametag and it clinked slightly against its metal ring. “I’d rather let you two have room to make mistakes than be pressured to get it perfect the first time around.” She then grinned and looked at Cooper. “Plus, this means you can eat all the free donuts you want.”

That was enough to snap the otter out of his slight sleep stupor, his eyes blinking open wide and his posture straightened as best he could with his weight. “Why didn’t you say so in the first place?” He waddled his way excitedly towards the back of the shop.

“We have to make them first,” Owashii pointed out.

The otter stopped just as he reached the steel swinging doors behind the counter that led to the kitchen.

“Exactly! The sooner we get started, the sooner we can have donuts!” He leaned forward and used his mass to push the heavy door open, holding it open for his much-lighter plushie friend.

Owashii giggled. “I get that you’re eager about it but there’s really no rush.”

Cooper responded by lifting one of his legs and aiming his sole at her. He spread his webbed toes and then curled them, showing off his blue pawpads. “If you get over here in the next ten seconds, I’ll let you lick glaze off of my paws.”

The plushie corgi’s ears perked up and she started to sprint over, tumbling over herself but managing by sheer luck to turn a face-first fall into a forward somersault. She rolled onto all fours and scrambled her way back to her feetpaws, skidding to a stop just before reaching Cooper and sliding her way into the brightly-lit kitchen. With a self-satisfied grin, Cooper happily followed.

Goldy couldn’t help but laugh at the display. “You two are so predictable, but I love the enthusiasm.”

She trotted her way over and used her body to push both doors open and enter the kitchen.

The kitchen was brightly lit compared to the main part of the shop at the moment, furnished with stainless steel fixtures. The appliances had been altered slightly so she could mix, form, and fry donuts using her teeth to hold tools and flip switches. There were bags and buckets of various ingredients, a few fridges containing other ingredients, and fryer vats lining the walls. The heavy steel door lightly tapped Goldy on the rump as it closed behind her.

“So, before we get started: what kind of kitchen experience do you have?” asked the bear. She first turned to Cooper and awaited his answer.

“I can make a few things,” said Cooper. “I wouldn’t call myself a professional but I know my way around the kitchen.” He patted his large gut a few times for emphasis, with some audible thumps and fat-ripples spreading from the point of impact.

Goldy then turned to the corgi. “How about you Owa?”

Owashii hesitated before speaking. “…I can follow microwave and oven instructions,” she said sheepishly.

“You’re so good at following directions though” Cooper offered.

Owashii rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue him. “I appreciate it but kink shenanigans don’t count for cooking,” she said.

“I’m serious!” said the otter. “I mean, yes you’re good at following those directions, but that’s not what I meant this time. You’re always so exact with measurements and timing. You’ve got a knack for precision.”

“Huh.” The plushie corgi looked down slightly with the forefinger of a handpaw just under her mouth. “You know, I never thought of it like that.” She looked back up at Cooper and smiled, her tail wagging. “Thanks!” Cooper responded with a nod and a smile of his own, and then Owashii turned to Goldy again. “Does being good at following directions count for something?”

“It sure does!” said the bear. “I’m asking you to stick to a recipe, not come up with something new.” “Seems easy enough!” said Owashii. She looked around the kitchen, at all the various implements and ingredients. “So, where do we get started?”

Goldy made her way to a tall cabinet, standing on her hind legs and using her teeth to grab onto a handle and pull it open. She then gently used her mouth to grab a piece of paper and placed it on the counter below. The counter was about four feet off the ground, which meant it was still above the bear’s three-foot-tall companions. She had an easy enough time getting Owashii up onto the counter, lowering her head so the little corgi could walk onto the bear’s back and get a lift up.

Owashii walked off of Goldy’s back and onto the counter, crouching down and looking over the recipe. “Five teaspoons dry yeast, quarter cup warm water, one and a half-cup scalded milk…” she said out loud as she read it to herself.

Getting Cooper up within reach proved a bit more of a challenge for the bear, due to the otter’s bulk and weight. But the bear had the muscle to match her size and with a few grunts of effort she got Cooper onto her back.

“…one third cup shortening, five cups flour?” Owashii looked up from the recipe. “This doesn’t seem like a whole lot.”

“It’s not,” said Goldy, as she stood up straight on all fours, and Cooper was able to roll onto the counter. “We’re making a mini-batch.”

“A mini-batch?” Cooper sat up and pouted, making no effort to hide the disappointment in his voice. “So, only a few?”

“That’s probably only just to get started though,” said Owashii. “Goldy wouldn’t have us come out this early just to make like, six donuts.” She turned to the bear. “Right?”

Goldy nodded. “We’ll graduate to bigger batches as we go along, but for now we’ll start small.” She began to grab some smaller buckets and bags of ingredients, gently using her teeth to carry and place them on the counter. She then grabbed a basket in her teeth and pressed a floor-mounted lever in front of the fridge, which opened the door for her. The inside looked like a vending machine, with ingredients stacked in rows and small buttons in front of them. She used her nose to press the buttons and let a bottle of milk, some eggs, and butter (for the glaze) to fall into the basket, which she brought over to the counter and placed upon it. “Everything you need should be on this counter,” said the bear. Cooper decided to glance at a recipe while Owashii looked around for measuring cups and spoons.

“Scalded milk,” muttered the otter as he took a glance around the kitchen. “I don’t see a stove though,” he said a bit louder.

“Good eye,” said Goldy. She gestured with her head towards a cylindrical stainless steel device with a small metal pipe sticking out of it. “I use a steam wand instead. There’s a trick to getting it so the milk doesn’t boil, but it’s a lot easier than fiddling with a hot stove. Plus, more space for fryers.” Cooper walked over to the steam wand and examined it, nodding. “Hey Owa, could you find me a measuring cup?”

“Okie dokie!” The corgi stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth in concentration as she searched around, and was pleasantly surprised to find one right behind her. It was made of light plastic and she held it over her head. “Found one!” She then looked at it and lowered it atop her head. “It can also be a hat.” The plushie corgi then held it in front of herself and moved it from right to left, lifting and lowering it as if it were going over waves. “Or a boat.” Cooper and Goldy just stared at her and she cleared her throat. “Anyways, measuring cup.”

Cooper couldn’t hide his smile any longer and his lips cracked into a grin. “You’re such a dork.”

Owashii wagged her tail rapidly. “The dorkiest!” She then held the measuring cup out in front of herself. “So, will this do?”

“Not for scalding milk,” said Goldy. “That kind of plastic will melt.”

“But plastic milk is the best!” said Owashii. “Nothing beats a bowl of cereal with nutritious microplastics in every bite. I always… start my day with…” she trailed off and then blushed a little bit. “Sorry, I get silly when I’m nervous and I really don’t want to screw up.”

Cooper and Goldy exchanged a glance and then made their way over to Owashii. Cooper reached up with his pudgy handpaws and started to scratch behind her ears, which she leaned back into. Goldy pressed her forehead against the plushie’s chest and let out an affectionate rumble in her throat.

“Awawa!” said Owashii happily.

“This is why I gave us all day,” said Goldy, moving her head back to give the corgi a reassuring nudge with her nose. “No stakes, no pressure. The worst that can happen is you make a mess and we try again.” She nose-nudged a steel mixing bowl over to the plushie corgi. “Why don’t you use that measuring cup to get what dry ingredients you can, while Cooper and I take care of the wetter stuff?”

“Alrighty!” answered the plushie corgi, and she got to work measuring and pouring the powders into the mixing bowl. Goldy and Cooper meanwhile used some glass measuring cups for scalding milk, melting butter, and cracking eggs into. The sounds of scoops shuffing and buttons beeping filled the small kitchen for a minute or two, and soon enough the ingredients were ready to be mixed. Cooper carried the bowl over to the mixer, reaching up to some levers and pressing a few buttons. Owashii poured in some flour as it was mixing to turn the batter into dough, and when it was all one solid mass they stopped it.

“So, we should probably do the glaze while we wait for that to rise, right?” asked the plushie corgi. Goldy smiled wide at Owashii. “Exactly. And you were worried about messing up, little miss flawless- so-far.” She used her broad ursine tongue to drag over the top of Owashii’s head, and the corgi splayed her ears out. “Be a good girl and get some confectioner’s sugar, please.”

The plushie nodded eagerly and took the empty measuring cup, looking at the recipe and reading over the number a few times before going to the bag of sugar.

“And don’t think I haven’t noticed how knowledgeable you are,” said Goldy. Cooper wasn’t expecting a compliment at the time and blushed heavily as he too had a broad bear tongue dragged across the top of his head.

“Eee,” said Cooper. His thick otter tail swayed back and forth, bumping into a small mixing bowl.

When Goldy stepped back, his face was still glowing as he poured the melted butter into the bowl. He used a measuring spoon to add some vanilla extract afterwards. Owashii came back with the sugar, poured it in, and both she and Cooper used whisks to mix it all together. They stopped briefly to add food coloring: Cooper held blue while Owashii held red, and the mixture became violet after some more mixing.

“Beautiful,” said Goldy. She dipped a handclaw into the glaze, brought it up to her mouth, and tasted it. “Mmm! Fantastic work so far.”

“I wonder if it tastes any different before it hardens,” Owashii thought out loud.

It was then that Cooper remembered an earlier agreement, and flipped over a large, empty bowl to sit down on. His gym shorts creaked slightly as his butt tried to spill out over the sides, held back only by the tight-fitting fabric. He lifted a fat-drooping leg and dipped his toes into the glaze. The plushie corgi’s eyes widened and face blush pinked as she too remembered the otter’s words. He lifted his paw out of the bowl and aimed it at the corgi. “Better get over here before it dries,” he said in a teasing voice.

Owashii’s brain stopped to process for a full second, and then she lunged forward. She held the sides of Cooper’s footpaw with both her handpaws and took the toes into her mouth. She started to suck on them. The otter’s paws tasted like salted blueberry muffins, his natural paw-flavor mixed with sweat. She loved the taste enough on its own, but it was divine with the additional creamy sweetness of liquid donut glaze. Her little felt-fabric tongue dragged and pressed against the otter’s toepads, scraped what it could out of his fur, and glided firmly across the webbing of his toes, as she moaned softly and exhaled through her nose.

Cooper squirmed a little bit. “Hey, careful! You’re going to tickle me,” he said with the start of a giggle.

Owashii’s ears perked up and she pulled herself away. She had already licked the otter’s toes completely clean of the glaze by this point. “Sorry,” she said. “But dude, that was one of the tastiest things I have ever put into my mouth. You need to try it!” Cooper cleared his throat and made a down- and-outward gesture at his big, fat-filled body. “Oh, right,” said Owashii. “Probably won’t be able to reach it with thighs that big. Sorry!”

The otter smiled. “It’s no bother,” he said. He was very proud of his size and took that sort of acknowledgment in that phrasing as a compliment.

The corgi pondered for a moment. “Oh, I’ve got an idea! Could you lay down for me, please?”

Cooper had a feeling he knew where she was going with this and hefted his bulk off of the bowl, laying on the floor on his back. Owashii sat down on the bowl and daintily dipped her toes into the glaze.

“Open your mouth, pet,” she said.

“Yes Mistress,” squeaked the otter, blushing deeply. He then opened his mouth wide and stuck his blue tongue out slightly.

“Good boy!” said Owashii, grabbing his tongue between her middle-most toes and dipping down into his mouth. Though she was a plushie, she had paws which resembled the real thing, not just in texture but in their ability to produce sweat. She had a natural essence of vanilla which would have made that flavor excessive with the glaze if it weren’t cut by the saltiness. It somehow balanced itself out perfectly and Cooper found himself just as eagerly burying his tongue in every square inch of the corgi’s toes.

“Right?” said Owashii. “Paws taste great on their own but that glaze makes them like, a thousand times better.” Cooper’s eyes were closed as he focused on the flavors dancing across his tongue, and Owashii dipped her other toes into the bowl. She pulled out the first footpaw from Cooper’s mouth and replaced it with the newly glazedtoes. She pet over his ears with her other toes and then stopped suddenly.

“Wait, I just realized mine taste different from yours.” Cooper only barely registered her words. The corgi then shrugged. “Well, it’s more about the glaze than anything.” When she finished speaking, she resumed wiggling her toes in the otter’s mouth with one paw, and using the other to pet his head.

“Good boy!”

“Mhmmhmm!” Goldy cleared her throat loudly.

Owashii’s body jolted in surprise and she folded her ears back, slowly turning to look at the bear. Cooper’s eyes opened wide and he stopped suckling, his cheeks blushing even deeper blue. Goldy was just staring at them with a neutral expression. The corgi lifted her footpaw out of Cooper’s mouth. “Oh, right, we were gonna use that,” she said. The bear just continued to stare at her. “Y-you’re not mad, are you? I’m sorry.”

Goldy smiled softly. “I just didn’t know that he was your pet. I’m kind of surprised given what I know about you, is all.”

Owashii smiled and squeezed her own handpaws between her thighs.“Yeah I got my paws altered a few months ago. I went over to show him, he happened to need some computer upgrades and I made him my pet while I worked on it.” She noticed the bewildered expression on Goldy’s face and knew what it was about. “Yes, I tried working on a computer. It went about as well as you’d expect. But I didn’t break anything!” She paused for a moment and then grinned, pressing her feetpaws down on Cooper’s face and smushing his soft cheeks around slightly. “Well, except for Cooper here, but he didn’t need much convincing.”

“Weh!” said the otter in response. “No fair!” This prompted the corgi to giggle again.

“Adorable,” said Goldy. “But let’s finish this conversation after this batch. Timing for the dough is key here.”

Owashii nodded and hopped off the bowl, sprinkling some flour onto the surface of the counter. Cooper got up and waddled over to the mixer and pulled the dough out. From that point on, the process was fairly straightforward for them. They both worked together with a rolling pin to flatten out the dough, cut it into shapes, and put the six dough rings on a tray to be brought to the fryers.

Goldy led them through knowing when to flip the donuts, and balancing the established frying time with making personal judgment calls. She did the first two, and let Cooper and Owashii handle the next four. She was very pleased with how well they had done, and after a brief cooling period they were ready to be glazed. Two of the donuts were placed and pressed on both sides into the glaze, and then placed onto the tray to dry slightly. Cooper and Owashii were about to get started on the next ones when Goldy gestured for them to have one. So they each picked up a glazed donut and took a bite.

“Holy shit that glaze is amazing,” said Owashii. “Maybe it’s because we dipped our paws in it but damn that’s good.”

Cooper was just noisily enjoying the donut in a food-filled ecstasy, getting the glaze all over his mouth. He licked his lips and then reached over for a second one, but Goldy stopped him.

“We need to discuss something before you can have those,” said the bear, quickly following up with: “And no, you’re not in trouble.” This immediately set the other two at ease. “Quite the opposite! You did a fantastic job.” She ducked her head down a bit on the counter, sitting on her haunches in such a way that her body created a ramp. “Could you two come down from the counter for me? You’ll understand why in a moment.”

Owashii hopped atop the bear’s head and stepped her way down, while Cooper elected to simply roll like a doughy ball, slightly disoriented after the rotating tumble but regaining his bearings soon enough. When the two were on the floor, they looked up at Goldy. Her big brown eyes were warmly gazing down at them.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you two were distracted by each others’ paws,” continued Goldy. Owashii and Cooper started to blush in response. “You kept ‘sneaking’ glances at each other, and I don’t think you realize how aroused you got when you were licking off donut glaze. I could see everything.” The two blushing creatures blushed even deeper, having been too caught up in each others’ paws to have noticed at the time.

“We got a little carried away, didn’t we?” said Owashii with a bit of embarrassed shame in her voice.

“Sorry about that.”

Goldy leaned down and nuzzled between Owashii’s ears reassuringly. “You apologize too much. Like I said, you’re not in trouble,” said the bear, lifting her head back up. “But I think we should get this out of your systems before the next batch. A little extra concentration will go a long way. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“That makes sense,” said Owashii.

“Yeah, we’ll need more focus on larger batches,” said Cooper.

“Good!” said Goldy. “Clothes off.”

Cooper and Owashii blinked a few times. “Pardon?” asked the corgi, uncertain if she heard right.

The large bear snickered. “We can’t address your excitement with clothes in the way.”

“Right, sorry,” said Owashii. Goldy leaned down and gently knocked the corgi onto her back, eliciting a squeak of surprise. The bear used her nose to pin down the deeply blushing corgi, who made no effort to resist as she found herself in a situation which set off her submissive tendencies.

“You are not to apologize for the rest of the day,” she said in a stern voice. “You are going to stop being so hard on yourself and give yourself some credit for what you can do. Is that clear, little missy?” “Yes Ma’am,” squeaked the plushie corgi. “Sor- er, th-thank you Ma’am.”

Goldy pressed down a little bit on the plushie corgi’s stomach. “Say ‘I am a good girl and deserve nice things.’”

“I am a good girl and deserve nice things,” repeated Owashii quietly.

“Louder,” said Goldy sharply.

“I’m a good girl and I deserve nice things!” yelled the corgi, squirming and blushing afterwards.

“Good girl!” said the bear, the sweetness having returned to her voice. She lifted her nose up and then planted a smooch right on the plushie corgi’s face. “Good girls take off their clothes when Mistress asks them to. And you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” The bear leaned back to give Owashii room to maneuver.

“Eee, yes Mistress!” Owashii stood up, reached down, and pulled her dress over her head, revealing her frontside. Her breasts were simple half-spheres sewn onto her chest, but of far more interest was what was between her legs. She had a thick, fluffy sheath with plump orbs dangling below. She mainly had that configuration since others seemed to enjoy playing with it far more than she did.

Goldy was satisfied and turned to Cooper, who was struggling to take off his pants. It had been hard enough to squeeze into them but they way they compacted his body made it bulge out slightly and taking them off was equally difficult. Goldy resolved this by poking through the gym shorts with a claw, which sank harmlessly into his fat. The fabric tore asunder and his huge rump and thighs blobbed out. His stomach hung down and obscured his sheath, but his balls were just barely visible.

“That’s one way to do it,” Cooper said with a blush, looking down at himself and then back up at Goldy. “Thank you… Mistress?” He was testing the name, with slight polite hesitation to leave room for confirmation.

The bear smiled brightly. “Owa’s got you well-trained already, I see.” She nudged at him a few times with her snout, not to push him over but just to be playful and jiggle his fat a little.

Cooper giggled with slight positive embarrassment. “Well, not to brag but my ‘Good boy’ tag isn’t just for show.”

“I gave it to you for a reason!” said Owashii with a bright smile. “Okay, so, how should we position ourselves for this?”

Cooper thought for a moment. “I could lie down and—”

Goldy interrupted him with a hearty laugh. “Oh no,” she said. “You misunderstood.” With a loud WHUMP she planted her butt on the floor, and exposed her big, broad hind-paws to the otter and corgi.

The padding on her soles was thick and meaty, but there was a visible softness to it, as well as the slight dampness of sweat. The paws were right in front of Cooper and Owashii’s faces, and they were hit by a scent-wave of humid saltiness with a slight hint of grass.

As they just stared with blushes on their faces and took in the scent, Goldy reached around in a cabinet behind herself. “It’s kind of funny,” she said as she found what she was looking for. She swiped them forward with her handpaws and two purple leashes fell onto the floor, the hooks clattering against the tiles. “These have been here since before I bought the place, I thought about getting rid of them but something told me to leave them there. I’m glad I did.” Owashii and Cooper made flustered noises in response. “You two are going to leash yourselves to my ankles, and then you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to do. No questions,” she turned to Owashii, “and no apologies.” She went back to glancing between the two of them. “Just a good boy and a good girl being very well behaved and obeying Mistress.” That last statement was dripping with honeyed sweetness in her voice, but something about it felt genuine.

Cooper and Owashii nodded and picked up their leashes. This meant they had to get right up to Goldy’s hindpaws, the scent getting stronger as they got closer, and the two could feel the radiating heat from the bear’s soles. They looped the leashes under the bear’s ankles and slipped the length through the loop, which for all intents and purposes served as a knot. They then hooked the leash-clips to their collars, and looked up to Goldy for their next instructions.

The bear spread and curled her toes, the broad sole-pads squishing slightly with her movements. “Sit down and watch my paws” she said. “Don’t look at anything else.”

Cooper and Owashii’s did so, sitting down and staring at the soles, the thirst from their hungry eyes palpable to the bear. This ensured that they couldn’t see her reaching around for some twine, left over from being used to help with customization of some appliances. With some careful claw-piercing and shifting of her handpaws, she managed to loop the twine underneath and make a sort of secondary leash, with a loop held in her jaw. There was no slack in the twine and she positioned herself so that her chin was tucked against her chest. Goldy quickly flicked her head up, and the leverage of the twine caused Cooper and Owashii to be pulled right into her soles, in a position where they weren’t being choked but they couldn’t pull back.

“Breathe me,” said the bear between her teeth.

The corgi and the otter took deep breaths of the musky bear-paws covering their frontsides. Their seated heights were such that their faces were between toes, trapped in the dank space between toe-pad and sole-pad. The scent was almost overwhelming, embedded deep within the bear’s fur with very little chance to escape over time. It had built up to a delicious pungency and the two little paw-lovers started to buck their hips.

Cooper’s tapered blue length emerged and into the bear’s squishy sole, bumping its way up through the folds of fat of his stomach. Owashii’s pink bulb-headed length was silicone, but despite her body’s synthetic nature she still had the same organic sensations. The surface of the bear’s sole-pad was slightly cracked, which created slight dips and ridges which were very noticeable to the sensitive shafts of the two smaller creatures which Goldy had wrapped around her digits. The way the slightly rough, leathery surface dragged across their lengths, the way they sank into the marshmallow-soft squish, and the ever-present overpowering hit them in just the right sensitive spots for gut reactions to take over, and they began to hump against the bear’s sole-pad while clinging to her paws.

Fortunately, this was exactly what she wanted. “You are so good!” she said with genuine praise in her voice, offsetting any uncertainty of tone that came with speaking through teeth. “I didn’t even have to tell you what to do next!” The two just mumbled absentmindedly, clearly drunk on her paw-musk. They were like identical twins when it came to paws, to the point where they joked about sharing a paw-braincell. Goldy giggled and tugged up on the twine a few times, squishing them into her huge soles and eliciting soft moans from the two of them.

She let the loop of twine fall from her mouth and the two responded by hugging tighter to keep themselves squished in place while they sniffed and humped her paws. The bear leaned back and simply watched them happily, basking in the pleasure of her body being enjoyed by Cooper and Owashii. After a few minutes of non-stop humping, the slickness of precum lubricated their thrusts, and it wasn’t long before they felt that familiar build-up between their legs. The bear could feel their twitching and knew what was coming.

“Don’t be shy,” she rumbled. “Let it all out.” She clenched her toes around their snouts, trapping them in place and causing each breath to be filtered with that much more of her scent. When she felt the warm splatter of cum burst against the heels of her sole-pads, she unclenched her toes and released Cooper and Owashii’s faces from her grasp. They let out gasping moans, thick ropes of seed launching out in spurts. The first gush oozed onto the bear’s sole-pads, and as the corgi and otter fell backwards the next releases were shot out at an impressive height. Goldy watched as they arced, the creamy off- white liquid landing on two of the four remaining donuts.

“Wow, what are the odds?” said Goldy. This was met by happy groans from the two on the floor, the fog of paw-scent still clouding their senses. She looked down at them and smiled. “You two are adorable,” she said before looking back at the donuts. “Well, no sense letting these go to waste.” She used a hand-claw to slip through the hole of the donut which Cooper’s load landed on, and bring it to her mouth to take a bite.

She had been expecting the usual saltiness and alkaline essence that gave semen its distinctive scent and flavor. Instead, her mouth was hit with a strong blueberry tartness. She almost couldn’t believe her taste buds and took another bite to confirm. “No way,” she said, setting that donut down. She grabbed the one which had been splashed by Owashii’s seed and took a bite. Her eyes opened wide at the creamy vanilla sweetness that coated her tongue. A thought occurred to her, and she picked up the other cum-iced donut, placing both of them into her mouth and letting the flavors combine. She stopped chewing with her jaw dropped at the symphony on her taste-buds dancing on her tongue. It was luxuriously creamy and the blueberry meshed perfectly with the vanilla, joining together with the texture of the donut to create a masterpiece of the mouth. “I’d be mad at how good that is if it weren’t so tasty,” she said. She looked down at the two on the floor. “Why didn’t you mention you have flavored cum?”

By now, the haze had lifted from Owashii and Cooper’s minds enough for them to think and speak clearly. “It never came up,” said the corgi.

“Heh, I see what you did there,” said Cooper.

“Pun retroactively intended,” replied Owashii with a tired grin.

Goldy let the two take some time to recover while she grabbed the other donuts. She held them over her hindpaws and then dropped them, sandwiching them between her soles. The fluffy insides mashed and stuck to her sole-pads, mixing with the seed that the otter and corgi had left on their first spurts. She kneaded her soles together to get them all combined, albeit mixed with the taste of her paws. “So I have a proposition for you two, but first I need you to clean off my paws.” She opened her soles away from each other and exposed them to Cooper and Owashii.

The two sat up (with Cooper having a bit of difficulty at first) and leaned forward towards the bear’s hind-paws. They brought their faces to the broad soles and stuck their tongues out. Their eyes shot open at the taste once their tongues made contact. It was absolutely drenched in the flavor of her paws, but through that sweat-salted essence they could taste the cum concoction that had created the perfect glaze. They enthusiastically swiped their tongues all over her sole-pads, causing her toes to twitch.

“Easy now. Slower, deeper licks,” she said. Her words reached through their impulses and grabbed hold, and the two slowed down and pressed their tongues to create deep moving indents in her soles, dragging out as much flavor as they could with each individual lick. “Theeere you go,” she rumbled. “They’re not going anywhere, so take your time.” Their tongues were like a slight pressure massage to the bear’s hind-paws, which she didn’t realize she needed until it was happening. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation for a few minutes, and then spoke.

“So,” began Goldy. “Let me start off by saying I’m very pleased with the first batch. Even though you got a bit distracted by each other you managed to get back on track. Now, I personally have no problem with you dipping your toes into the glaze but the customers aren’t going to want donuts that were basically stepped in.” She thought for a moment. “Well, some might but not all of them. Following me so far?” The two were still hard at work, having already cleaned the paws but still enjoying the lingering flavors. “That’s enough licking for now,” she said softly. “I’d like your complete attention, please.”

Cooper and Owashii’s ears perked up slightly at her words. They retreated slightly from the bear’s hindpaws, but couldn’t go very far because of the leashes. They looked up at her, her toes filling the bottom of their vision thanks to their position. Their eyes glanced downwards a few times but they managed to regain control of their focus. Goldy noticed the movements of their eyes, and couldn’t help but giggle.

“You’re proving my point about distractions,” she said. It was clear in her voice that she was amused and not upset. “If you were coming on as hires, it would just be a matter of getting that taken care of before you come in. But, you’re friends doing me a favor so I can afford a bit more flexibility with what I want you to do.” She leaned down a bit towards them. “And if I turn it around and make you focus on my paws more, then I get more glaze.” She saw their expressions of consideration and then realization, and the bear grinned toothily. “Yes, I mean exactly what you think I mean.” She waved a handpaw in the air. “Naturally I would be up-front about what it is, and not make it the only option, but I still would like it to be an option.”

“So hold on,” said Owashii. “Then why not also offer the glaze that we dip our toes in?”

“Sanitary reasons. I can’t guarantee your paws will be clean every time but I suppose we could make it work.” She smirked at the corgi. “I mean, I was going to offer to have you spend most of your days worshiping my paws and have a milking apparatus attached to your junk, but if you’d prefer to just dip your toes into the glaze—”

“I’d rather worship your paws, Mistress,” said Owashii. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on each of Goldy’s toes before leaning back.

“I have your answer then,” said the bear with a smile. She then turned to Cooper to hear his response.

“I’m going to be honest, this sounds too good to be true,” admitted the otter. “I don’t mean to sound suspicious but is there some sort of catch I’m missing here?” It was clear from his tone that he was doing his best not to offend the bear, or call her honesty into question.

“It’s an understandable concern,” said Goldy. “The only downside is you’re going to have to get up at the same early hour every day.” She could see the slight uncertainty in his eyes as he weighed the pros and cons, and decided to tip the scales in her favor. “If you need more sleep you can do so while buried in my paws, but you will be milked while it happens.”

Her targeted statement hit its mark and Cooper’s cheeks flushed that familiar glowing blue. “Do we still get free donuts?” he asked.

Owashii turned to look at him with disbelief in her eyes. “Seriously?”

“What?” Cooper indignantly. “They’re paws down the best donuts in town!”

The bear laughed with delight at his words. “I’m flattered!” she said. “What do you say to all the free donuts you want as long as you eat them off of my paws?”

Cooper’s mind short-circuited briefly and he fell over to the side, fainting for just a fraction of a second. “Yes please!” he said when his mind had rebooted, his tail whapping happily against the floor.

“Excellent,” said Goldy. “That settles that. So, today we’re going to shift gears and train you into being able to cum handpaws-free, so to speak.” Owashii and Cooper let out flustered squeaks in response, and then the bear continued to squeak. “This way we don’t have to worry about the milkers getting in the way of… glaze production.” Before they had a chance to respond, Goldy reared up onto her hindpaws and used her toeclaws to nudge the two onto their backs, leaning onto the counter with her handpaws and stepping on top of Cooper and Owashii.

The two found themselves completely pinned with only legs, hand-paws, and (in Owashii’s case) ears visible, their snouts utterly buried in the bear’s still-strong smelling toes. In Cooper’s case, his pudge squashed out and hugged up around the side of the bear’s hindpaw. The bear shifted her weight a few times, enjoying the difference in squish between the two. Cooper was like stepping on a blob of flesh, and she could feel the fat conform to the shape of her sole-pad. Owashii had a bit more resistance to her but there was a satisfaction to be found in the sensation of the stuffing being flattened. The two had been given barely any time to recover from their first round but the unfiltered musk filling their lungs combined with knowing they were trapped underpaw got them aroused fairly quickly.

Goldy felt this and grinned, spreading her toes so she could look at Cooper and Owashii. “You’re almost too easy,” she said. She felt their faces warm up with blush again, and their bodies squirm slightly. She closed her toes back around them and focused her weight on their crotches, scuffing her heels slightly against them. “This is going to be a very fun morning.”

She spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon graduating to being able to orgasm from her paws without their genitals being touched, and only given breaks to eat donuts off of her paws. The only time she left them alone was in the middle of the afternon to get the milking apparatuses she had mentioned. Cooper and Owashii, of course, spent that time at each others’ paws. They went home with Goldy that evening, initially claiming they wanted to get used to waking up at her hours but the bear knew they just wanted to spend the night at her hind-paws, and once they admitted it she had decided to let them indulge for the night and take things from there.

Goldy woke up the next morning excited for the new day. Cooper and Owashii struggled at first to wake up, but with the help of some gentle encouragement (as well as some caffeine) they were able to pick up the pace. She got the milking devices in place, the receptacles ready, and got to work making the batches of donuts. The corgi and the otter spent that morning strapped to her hind-paws, their faces and bodies utterly buried in her pawpads. The milking apparatuses were put through their paces that morning, the receptacles filled to the brim by two very submissive paw-lovers who were in their own personal heavens for the next several hours.

Soon enough it was time to open the store. Goldy had filled up the displays and was waiting for her first customer, who was a daily regular. The shop bell jingled as he entered: a raccoon wearing jeans and a plain blue T-shirt.

“Gooood morning, Tom,” said the bear with a bright smile.

“Hey Goldy!” said the raccoon. “You’re in a good mood this morning.”

“Mmm.” Goldy squeezed the little snouts which were still trapped between her toes, the muffled moans of Cooper and Owashii inaudible to all but herself over the shop’s music. “I had quite a productive day preparing a new glaze some friends helped me make.” She gestured over to a bear claw donut on a plate, with a little display sign next to it.

Tom leaned forward and read the sign, mouthing the words to himself. It explained that they were coated with naturally flavored semen which combined into a blueberry vanilla. It also made it very clear that it was obtained with consent and in a sanitary manner, detailing the type of milking apparatus used and how it prevented contamination. The raccoon’s eyes opened wide as he kept reading, and he leaned back when he finished. “Yooo, is this for real?”

Goldy nodded. “We’ve still got the regular glaze since the source isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but hey, I get to do something nice for my friends and customers get to enjoy the results if they’d like.”

“Mad props for generosity,” said Tom. “So do you like, add natural flavors to it or…?”

“Nothing’s been added,” responded the bear. “I was surprised myself when I first tried it but that’s how they naturally taste.”

The raccoon was now genuinely curious. “Okay, I’ve got to try this,” he said.

“First one’s free.” Goldy gave Tom a toothy grin. “I guarantee you’ll want more afterwards.”

The raccoon picked up the five-fingered bear claw donut, feeling the slightly creamier consistency of the glaze. He brought it to his mouth and took a bite, his eyes opening wide. The glaze melted in his mouth and mixed beautifully with the fluffy texture of the donut, a blueberry-vanilla cocktail dancing on his tongue.

“Dude,” he said after swallowing. “This glaze is fire.” He pointed at the display of donuts. “A dozen of those, please.”

Goldy looked down at the two underneath her paws. “You hear that? It’s already a hit!” She then got to work preparing a box and getting the donuts inside.

The raccoon tilted his head to the side a bit. “Are you… er… ‘milking’ them right now? I’ve got no problem with it, just wondering.”

“Yep!” said the bear. The display worked like the fridge in the sense of being like a vending machine, and all she had to do was bump against a button to fill the box. “If you really want to know: I’ve got them strapped to my hindpaws. They really only need their faces in there to produce anything, but it’s easier to just wear them like shoes.” When the box was filled, she placed it on the counter and began the transaction.

“So hold on,” said Tom as he handed over some bills and coins. “You’re telling me that you can get donut glaze from your friends just by putting paws on their faces?”

Goldy giggled as she accepted the payment and completed the transaction. “Yeah, I spent all day yesterday training them to do it without direct contact.”

“Hmm,” said the raccoon. “This might be a silly question but do you think I could borrow them after work today? My paws get pretty sore after being in boots all day and they could use the attention.” He thought for a minute. “Oh, they also get pretty rank, I hope that’s not an issue.”

“I’ll have to ask them,” said Goldy. She turned her attention to the two under her hindpaws. “So hey you two, my friend Tom here wants to borrow you later after spending all day with his paws in hot, sweaty boots. What do you think?” This was met by muffled whines and squirms, followed by another surge of seed at the thought of it. She then looked back up to the raccoon. “I don’t think it will be an issue, no.”

“Awesome,” said Tom. He took the box of donuts in his handpaws and made his way to the door, bumping it open with his hips. “Catch you later, Goldy!” he said on the way out.

“Have a nice day Tom!” the bear called out after him, watching him walk away with a bit of a spring in his step.

He wouldn’t be the only one to make such a request that morning. Several were put off by the glaze but were polite about it, and most were content with simply enjoying the donuts. But a few were more interested in the source of the glaze itself, and Cooper and Owashii would find themselves going home many evenings with strangers who eventually became friends.

For now though, they would spend the rest of the day under Goldy, milked for an exotic, organic glaze and lost in the scents and sensations of her hind-paws.