Stella

After taking a cold shower, the protagonist sees an attractive woman in the locker room who is drenched in sweat. She catches him staring and confronts him about it. As she leans close to whisper something in his ear, her sweat drips onto him, leaving him unsure of what she'll say next.

SNIIIIFFFF"Mmmm...care to take a whiff of these? Miles upon miles of caked and baked in foot funk for you to indulge your nostrils with, after that maybe you could put that tongue to good use and help cool off my sweaty soaked soles, sounds like a good deal don't ya think?" "What a wonderful little toy you are, so eager to please your Mistress, already putting that tongue of yours to work without even a command being issued...cute, but I did not instruct you to begin licking!! You lack training and I shall grind my commands into you until you are the perfect slave or you're reduced to a flattened foot mat, either way I will have my fun" ~

• Dizz has found himself shrunken, naked, and standing before a domineering Stella, the seductive Salazzle smiling at this cute little Drizzile that she has chosen to be her new play thing as her soles release a potent mist of pheromone sweat which puts Dizz in an instant trance as he loses all thought and control of his body, laying on his back with a drunken smile as Stella slams her foot down atop Dizz and begins to roll him under her foot, the brainwashed Dizz sighs and begins to inhale copious amounts of the Salazzle's foot odor and begins to lick all over the massive toe pressing down on his body, Stella chuckling at the sight of another foot slave sucking on her toe as she presses her toe down harder and completely smothers Dizz under her toe as she comments that his training is just getting started - ~ "I've been walking around in these old slides all day, working up a nice sweat just for YOU, now be a dear and come and clean my feet, oh, and try not to inhale too much of my pheromone foot stank, I prefer a foot slut with a free will rather than a brainwashed slave....for now at least" ~

• Stella's in a mood, she needs a toe sucking hero, one who can muster the storm of sweaty soles, embrace the pheromone laced musky winds, and a tongue that won't dry out real quick...any volunteers? -

~ "Pheeww...well that was quite a productive day, could've shaved off a few seconds, but I guess my time was ok, now then...grunts...eugh, stubborn little sock, you babies have seen better days, phew!" ~

• With the constant wear and tear from running track, her claws tearing holes in them, her super sweaty soles weakening the fibers, and her pheromones soaking into them to where even washing them wont remove the smell, it's easy to say Stella alone is making some sock companies very happy -

It's a hot, stuffy evening. Even in the heart of the woods, where shade is everywhere around you, it can be hard to find a good place to cool off and rest after a day full of adventure. But that's just what Stella does. She's a natural, really; with how many scraps she gets into as a rogue of her caliber, even when she's soaked and dead tired, she'll still find a way to climb up those trees and get a nice, pleasant rest where no one can bother her or her sack of questionably-gotten gains.

Truth be told, she didn't start out doing this—the tree-climbing thing, not the rogue-ing. That's kinda always been her thing. See, when you're as, er, active as she is, as a skunk, no less, you tend to get a little...noticeable. Smell-wise.

A normal person could just travel a bit further into the woods and cease to bother anyone. But not Stella. It's not enough that she gets plenty of exercise, or that her species tends to have a natural predilection to strong smells; for as long as she can remember, she's had a sweating problem