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He's happy to take pics for a fan. Even the weird gator ones whom he caught sniffing his shoes at the bar. One meets friends in the weirdest places. While Whelp is a bit of a hardened fellow, he's still got his soft side. Namely, he appreciates affection. Funny how working a brothel for a decade can make someone feel empty and unloved. A friend was something he never really had before. He had sisters, family that weren't even blood, but never a friend. This was new. And if his feet brought in peeps with some genuine kindness, well maybe it was alright.

Besides, he is a canine, by nature he enjoys musky smells. There was no shortage of manly scents floating around that crusty canteen during his body's blooming. Footy smells had something of a homey feeling. He'd never really thought about it to hard, but maybe feet were something he was into?
Probably as good a time as any to discuss his kinks. Being adventurous from a rather tender age, he has had a lot of time to explore and develop. He likes his partners to have a scent to them. Musk, cologne, something herbal, as long as there was a smell somewhere. If not, he keeps incense handy for just that. Helps him get in the mood when he needs to put his oldest talents to work.

Some of his more rough kinks include bondage and breathplay and general roughness, though he is hesitant to be bound himself. He likes breathplay, the power of controlling someone's breathing really does something for him. And despite his concerns with being tied up, he actually does appreciate being on the receiving end of breathplay, the thrill really excites him. Maybe it's something about being able to actually fight back that makes it more acceptable. Even then, it's rare for him not to be in control.

He has something of a kink for tickle torture as well, though accusing him of being ticklish will send him into a frenzy of embarrassment. It's one of the quickest ways to humiliate him. And yet, he can't help but get a bit of a chub from it. Though he really kinda hates it, it does something for him. He's more likely to tickle the ever loving tears out of someone else though. He knows well how to use his claws. It may come from his childhood, being just a cute pup in a makeshift family of mostly sisters, it was all to common for Whelp to find himself pinned down and tickled to jelly by them. Be it because he was too rowdy at bedtime, or if he needed to be punished for a relatively minor offense, or just because he had that cute pouty look on his face, it was often that he'd have at least a few hands skittering over his ticklish little body. And so, it's familiar to him. Homey even. Much like musky smells, things that reminded him of his home back at the space faring whore den always helped his screwed up mind find some peace.

"What was this about again? Oh yeah. Have some feet, ya weird reptile. Or take a shoe back to your room for the night. But don't run off with it, or you'll be my next pair."

Description
He's happy to take pics for a fan. Even the weird gator ones whom he caught sniffing his shoes at the bar. One meets friends in the weirdest places. While Whelp is a bit of a hardened fellow, he's still got his soft side. Namely, he appreciates affection. Funny how working a brothel for a decade can make someone feel empty and unloved. A friend was something he never really had before. He had sisters, family that weren't even blood, but never a friend. This was new. And if his feet brought in peeps with some genuine kindness, well maybe it was alright.

Besides, he is a canine, by nature he enjoys musky smells. There was no shortage of manly scents floating around that crusty canteen during his body's blooming. Footy smells had something of a homey feeling. He'd never really thought about it to hard, but maybe feet were something he was into?
Probably as good a time as any to discuss his kinks. Being adventurous from a rather tender age, he has had a lot of time to explore and develop. He likes his partners to have a scent to them. Musk, cologne, something herbal, as long as there was a smell somewhere. If not, he keeps incense handy for just that. Helps him get in the mood when he needs to put his oldest talents to work.

Some of his more rough kinks include bondage and breathplay and general roughness, though he is hesitant to be bound himself. He likes breathplay, the power of controlling someone's breathing really does something for him. And despite his concerns with being tied up, he actually does appreciate being on the receiving end of breathplay, the thrill really excites him. Maybe it's something about being able to actually fight back that makes it more acceptable. Even then, it's rare for him not to be in control.

He has something of a kink for tickle torture as well, though accusing him of being ticklish will send him into a frenzy of embarrassment. It's one of the quickest ways to humiliate him. And yet, he can't help but get a bit of a chub from it. Though he really kinda hates it, it does something for him. He's more likely to tickle the ever loving tears out of someone else though. He knows well how to use his claws. It may come from his childhood, being just a cute pup in a makeshift family of mostly sisters, it was all to common for Whelp to find himself pinned down and tickled to jelly by them. Be it because he was too rowdy at bedtime, or if he needed to be punished for a relatively minor offense, or just because he had that cute pouty look on his face, it was often that he'd have at least a few hands skittering over his ticklish little body. And so, it's familiar to him. Homey even. Much like musky smells, things that reminded him of his home back at the space faring whore den always helped his screwed up mind find some peace.

"What was this about again? Oh yeah. Have some feet, ya weird reptile. Or take a shoe back to your room for the night. But don't run off with it, or you'll be my next pair."