{feetsie friends~} - Mort x Reader

Chapter 3: The Foot Fetish Of A Lemur

Y/n had just had her lunch, a nice crumbed chicken burger with waffle fries, and a frozen coke. She slurped it, thinking about the day and how chaotic it already had been.

'I hope those Kai and Cat people were alright. And I hope Mort is still in his enclosure. That damn bastard lemur'll be sent to prison if he harasses anyone else, I'll make sure of that. I wonder how he's going with Julian..'

"Stop it, Mort! I do not want to move it move it anymore! I am incapable of doing that, you have taken away my ability to walk!"

A Jamaican sounding accent spoke from around the corner at, you guessed it, the lemur enclosure, once again.

Y/n immediately knew it was Julian, or 'King' Julian, as he likes to be called (and treated.) But y/n had a feeling Mort had done something, yet again. Two zoo offences in one day? Sheesh, he certainly is a hot-handful.

Y/n took one final slurp of her frozen coke and rushed towards the enclosure, taser in hand, just in case things got a little messy.

As soon as y/n walked into the enclosure, her eyes met with Morts beautiful, glowing yellow orbs, twinkling with love and affection. Their sensual staring competition lasted a few seconds, until Maurice, one of the now three lemurs that occupied the area, made himself known.

"Ahem,"

Maurice started, in his country, southern American accent.

"You, y/n, yeah. You and mr Mort man over here needa sort a lil' somethin' out, because this ain't workin'. Mort just wants feet. And we don' 'ave shoes, but 'es obsessed with our feetsies. Get him off Julian, will ya?"

Maurice gestured towards Mort, who had sat his large mass atop of King Julian's poor legs, crushing them and taking away his ability to 'Move It, Move It.'

"My legs, ohohoh..."

Julian sobbed, his accent prominent when he spoke.

Y/n walked up to Mort, slowly caressing his soft, fluffy, muscly back.

"Hey, Morty. Why don't we go and have some early dinner together, and leave these guys alone?"

From what y/n could see, Mort was definitely considering it, but he never got off King Julian.

After about 20 minutes of trying to get Mort off of his fellow lemur, y/n did the only thing she thought would work. The sun started setting, but not fast enough for Y/n's smart thinking.

Y/n sat down in front of Mort, as she took off her shoes, followed by her socks. She wiggled her toes around, alerting his senses towards them. And then y/n bolted towards the Care & Aid Centre, hoping to trap him in their to decrease his steroid dosages and muscles, preventing anyone from getting hurt again.

Mort got up immediately, in a trance of feet. Y/n's feet were the most gorgeous he had ever laid his eyes on. He was getting hungrier by the minute, but he held himself together, composed himself and kept running after her. Eventually he made it to the centre, falling directly into y/n's trap as she locked him in their for the night.

But something stopped y/n from leaving. An unknown force had bought them together. And didn't want them to leave each other.

Y/n walked up to the glass of the centre that Mort was pounding on to try and make an escape.

"Hey, Morty. Calm down. please. I'm going to go get my shoes and socks, but I'll be back, I promise, be a good boy and behave, alright?"

Y/n smiled as Mort nodded in agreement. Y/n kept her promise as about five minutes later, she returned with her foot bundle, putting on her socks and shoes at she sat in front of the glass that separated the soon-to-be lovers.

Mort eagerly but gently placed his hands on the glass, giving y/n puppy dog eyes to let him out.

Y/n knew she couldn't, she shouldn't. So she didn't, but she continued to stay with him, eventually dozing off on the hard, but abnormally warm cement floor.

Mort watched over her the whole night, all sorts of thoughts racing around his head.

"I've never felt the way I do about you with anyone before.."

He quietly mumbled to himself, looking back out of the thin glass to check if his new infatuation, aka y/n was genuinely asleep, and indeed she was, snoring and all.

She, and he, stayed like that until around 6:00am, when they both woke up from distant, yet close naps due to the early birds chirping their heads off.

Y/n stretched as she cracked her back, clearly sore from sleeping on the cement all of the night. 

"Morning, Princess."

Mort said, in his deep, passionate voice, directed towards Y/n and only Y/n.

"Morning Morty. What time is it?"

Y/n yawned, as Mort checked the digital clock in the Care & Aid Centre he had been stuck in all night, with the amazing view of y/n sleeping.

"6:05am, sweetcheeks."

He said, getting up and stretching his body out from his sleep.

Not long after, y/n followed his procedure and felt relief when her joints cracked, all built up and stressed from a hard days work and a horrid nights sleep. At least she was closer to Mort.

Y/n got up and opened the glass doors, letting Mort out as he breathed the nice, fresh morning air in.

Y/n smiled at Mort, as she turned around to go and at least try and look presentable for the day in the nearest bathrooms, but she felt two hands around her hips tug her in.

Mort grasped her hips tightly, as he lifted her up, nuzzling his cute nose into her neck and then cheek. Y/n got all red, trying to cover her face, but to no avail.

"No need to be embarrassed, my G. You look sexy when you're all red."

Mort whispered seductively to y/n, making her wriggle for freedom out of his grasp. He got the hint, and put her down, but she bolted to the bathrooms.

'Did I scare her?'
Mort thought.

'No.. she just needs some time to get used to an Alpha like me.'