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For the first time, Aiden liked walking in the rain.

All the time, he could feel the sneers of the people around him when he took out his raincoat and boots. It had always been weird to him that no one, no matter if they came from a dry city or a rainy one, seemed to be prepared for the rain; yet he was mocked for doing it. Moreover, they gazed at him from their refuges as he walked. Laughing. Pointing. Regardless, the downpour was so heavy right now that only he, and the occasional car, was on the streets.

Just a few more blocks, and he'd be free. Thanks to his boots and coat keeping him dry from the weather, the terrain, and mean drivers; he wouldn't need to wait several hours to get to his house. And just in time, because they were quite hot and made him sweat more than he liked. But no coat would protect him from not watching his steps.

Sidestepping to avoid a car, he suddenly found himself covered in mud. Aiden knew he was next to a building site, but he didn't think that he was that close or that he'd fall in a hole with only his head and arms outside of it, because he had been lucky enough that they stayed on the street. He tried to move his feet to no avail, and the only things he could tell were that his feet hadn't touched the bottom and that he needed to leave before he lost his strength, which wouldn't take long.

-"Are you alright?" The coyote tried to look for the owner of the voice, but the only thing he could see was a pair of boots in front of his face.

The stranger grabbed Aiden's arms and pulled him. The ground resisted letting go of its prey, but the man wanted him more and it had no other choice but to comply. With a last tug, both were sent flying towards the concrete; drops of water splashing everywhere. The man pointed towards a nearby car, and the coyote followed him inside once he recovered his breath.

-"Thanks..."

-"Mason. Are you ok?"

-"Yeah." Aside from almost dying, the water and rocks in his boots, and being cramped in a small car; everything was fine.

Now that he was safe, Aiden looked at his savior, a raccoon about one or two feet shorter than him. The coyote wondered how he could have saved him, but he could see why when the raccoon took of his coat and put in the back seat.

-"It's not really the time to be walking out in the streets. Where are you going...."

-"Aiden." The coyote answered.

He normally didn't tell random people in the street where he lived, but when he did, it was to strong guys in wife-beaters. Or at least this time. Since it wasn't that far away, the raccoon offered to take him there; an offer that the coyote could not refuse, no matter how much he tried. With no say in the matter, they started the trip towards the coyote's home.

-"Right in the next turn."

Aiden could feel the water in his boots. It was annoying, but he had to hold out until he arrived home. It wasn't that far anyways, and Mason looked like a nice guy. Occasionally looking at him, he caught him more than a few times eyeing him up. Could he be... ? No, probably just his imagination.

-"In that building."

They had finally arrived. The raccoon entered the parking lot, almost empty of both cars and people, and moved his car next to the elevator. The coyote thanked his new friend and opened the door of the car. Taking the opportunity, he took off both of his boots and emptied the brown water from them. He put one of his hands and still could feel a few pebbles inside, and some of them even in his sock. He'd need to take them off as soon as he arrived at his apartment. He stepped out of the car and pushed the elevator's button.

Nothing. He felt the raccoon looking at him, just like in the car and even when he emptied his boots. He pushed again. Nothing. A third time, but this time he heard something: Mason had closed the car's door and had parked in the first lot he saw.

-"It looks like the lights are out. Maybe we should take the stairs."

-"You don't have to-"

The raccoon climbed a few steps. "What floor was it again?"

-"The 5th." The coyote didn't know why he had bothered in saying no. There was no point in arguing with the raccoon, so he climbed the stairs, followed by the man that saved his life. With each step he took, he felt again the water in his boots. He wondered if it was sweat or if his sock was actually wet enough that it had drenched the boot again, but it was an answer that he didn't want to know.

The pair had reached Aiden's apartment. After opening the door, he realized that, indeed, the lights were out. Thanking the raccoon again, who had entered on his own and didn't seem to want to leave, the coyote went near the table. He took out one of his boots, and slipped when he stepped with his sock.

-"Got you." The raccoon had moved and stopped him in time.

Second time in the same day; Aiden asked himself how he had survived this long without him. Mason took out one chair and gently laid Aiden on it. The coyote could see the print of his sock where he had almost slipped. He knew that his feet were dirty, but not so much.

-"You can't go around with your feet like that, and they are too dirty to just dry them. Do you have a bucket, a bowl, or anything like that?"

The coyote didn't have a bucket (no use for one, no place to keep it either), but he pointed to the drawer where he kept a bowl. It was the only one he had, but it's not like he needed another. The raccoon went to the kitchen and returned with the bowl, a glass, and some water. He sat on the floor and put both objects near the coyote's feet.

Mason took off Aiden's sock and held the foot over the bowl, pouring a small stream of water over it. The coyote didn't like the cold feeling and the raccoon, after noticing it, stopped for a moment and held the foot with both hands to warm it.

-Mason, you don't really need to--"

-"Can you feel this?" Mason dragged his claw in the balls of Aiden's foot and the coyote nodded. Even if he couldn't see it, he could feel the dirt as the raccoon scrapped his pads. He closed his eyes and resigned himself to the washing, a smile appearing in Mason's face.

Now that he had the coyote in his hands, Mason filled the glass again and poured it over half of the foot. The bowl was not big enough to hold it completely, so the raccoon started by scrubbing the toes. He moved his fingers from one side to the other, thoroughly scrubbing each nail before repeating the process in the next one.

After inspecting all toes, the raccoon held the foot in one hand while with the other held Aiden's big toe. Holding it firmly, Mason probed the space between the coyote's claws with the tip of one of his claws and started to scrap the dirt in there. At first he did it slowly, to get the coyote used to the feeling, but then he gained speed and penetrated the space each time with more of his thumb. Before he had used the entire of his length, the raccoon inserted another finger in between another set of toes and so forth until Aiden was being penetrated from every way and, for a moment, he went numb from all the feelings in his foot and only noticed that the raccoon had stopped once he felt the water touching his foot again.

Mason had lain the bottom part of the foot in the water while he looked at the pads. He splashed some water in them and started to clean the mud from them when a slight smell came to Aiden. As much as he liked the feeling of the raccoon's hands on his feet, wetting his foot had made his foot smell like sweat and musk, as if he had just taken them off after walking in his boots all the way home.

-"Uhm, Mason," the coyote said, "Sorry about the smell."

-"No problem, but I'm already done with this one anyway. Do you have a towel or something to dry it?"

The coyote pointed towards the small balcony in his apartment. "Yes, but I think it might be wet from all the rain."

The raccoon looked for a moment all around and then held his chin with one of his hands. He looked deep in thought. "Well, they're already wet anyway."

Before Aiden could ask what he meant, he saw the raccoon unbuckle his pants and start to take his boots off. The coyote followed suit and took off his shirt as fast as possible.

-"Here, try with this." Mason looked disappointed, but took Aiden's shirt and laid it on the floor. He still took off his pants, of course, but sat on them while he dried the foot with the coyote's shirt.

Not having anywhere else to leave it, the raccoon left the coyote's foot on his leg and took of the boot from the other one. While he waited, Aiden looked at the bowl at his feet and noticed that it seemed to be quite clean given the situation and how much attention the raccoon was paying to him. Mason filled the glass again and poured it over the new foot in his hands.

The raccoon's movement seemed to be less enthusiastic than before, only limiting himself to moving the fur in each toe from one side to the other over and over again. It was relaxing until Mason stretched the foot as much as he could to get between the pads. The coyote giggled a little, but stopped after watching the raccoon continue as if nothing had happened.

With no other choice in the matter, Aiden sat back and decided to enjoy the treatment while it lasted. However, a twitch in his unattended foot led him to touch Mason's bulge. It was warm, and the raccoon seemed to not mind it, so he left it there. Sometimes moving it and touching him by accident. Other times, not so much.

-"I guess I'll be going now then."

The raccoon's words startled the coyote. He had no idea how long they had been like that, with his foot on the raccoon's bulge, and the later moving his hands up and down the foot he had on his hands.

-"The light hasn't come back and it's still raining." The coyote said, not receiving any sort of response from the raccoon. "I wouldn't like you to get in danger after all that you've done for me." The raccoon continued dragging his claw up and down. "What I meant to say is, Mason, I'd like you to stay here. With me. That is, if you want..."

The raccoon took a long look at the paw in front of him before finally answering.

-"Yeah, I'd like that."