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Tempting Toes of the Tigress For DrakeHavok By Draconicon

Havok was starting to think that the tigress's drones just had it in for him. He'd seen them bring in a number of different test subjects before, but he was the only one that they stripped down to nude before they arrived at Tatyana's mountains. Was there something that needed to be decontaminated in his clothes? Probably not, he was pretty sure that the tigress was just more of a pervert than she wanted to admit.

At any rate, he was tied down in the usual exam table, his arms out to the sides, his legs pointed down rather than up - for a change, since the last few times had been testing anal experiments - and his mouth was gagged.

All of that was about standard procedure, though he was hoping he'd get the chance to talk soon. He didn't like having his ability to speak taken from him long-term.

He cracked his neck to one side, then the other as he waited for the tigress to show up. The big room was just as empty as ever, just the table in the middle and nothing but metal plates around him on the walls. Of course, those always hid the different experimental sprays and injections and more. It was never easy to tell what the tigress was going to do, and even the same plate could shift to the side and reveal a completely different tool between one visit and another.

Pretty sure she just likes to fuck with people, he thought.

Finally, one of the panels shifted on his left, and another to his right. The one on the left lifted up to reveal a mechanical arm with a syringe hanging from the tip, while the one on the right had some sort of sprayer, like one might use for hairspray or something of that kind. He looked between them, then sighed through his nose as he slumped his head against the table.

"Nnnnngh. 'T'ah'ah?"

"Yes. Am watching."

"Mmmmph!"

"Wish to know what all is?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Is experiment. For foot fetishists."

"Mmmph?"

"...Moment."

She must have pushed something on the other side, because after that, her voice was overlaid with another feminine voice, one slightly higher-pitched than her own. She was speaking Russian, while the other voice spoke in English.

"That should do the job. It will translate your gagged words, and my better words. You were saying?"

"How are you using a needle and - oh, fuck that's weird...You're not going to stab that needle in my foot, are you?"

"No. I am going to inject your arm. What do you take me for?"

Many things, but that nice was not one of them. He watched the needle prick him in the shoulder, then felt the usual rush of warmth that came from the serums that she liked to use. He bit his lip to keep from overreacting, but the warmth was always a bit much for him. Always seemed to turn to fire as it got around the shoulder bend.

However, aside from a general feeling of warmth, there wasn't much else happening. He didn't feel any sudden attraction to his own feet, nor did he have images of other soles bouncing around in his mind. His attention wasn't drawn anywhere else, either, and -

HISSSSSS!

Suddenly, the sprayer activated, and he gagged as he was suddenly surrounded by the smell of sweaty socks. He coughed and sputtered around the gag, turning his head to the side as the rather unpleasant musky smell blew over him. He coughed and hacked, shaking his head to try and get away from it.

Thankfully, the spray only lasted for a few seconds, even though the smell lasted for longer. Havok shook his head, repeatedly, all while Tatyana watched him with her head cocked to the side.

"I assume you do not feel any desire to submit to anything?"

"God...what the hell was that? Gym socks from hell?"

"...I believe we will need a fresher sample."

"What are you - hey, where are you going?"

The tigress didn't answer. The sound of a humming electrical item filled his ears, though, and a split second later, the white and black tigress appeared in a shimmer of blue on the other side of the room. He blinked as she pulled her lab coat open, flicking it out without a care in the world for how it exposed her breasts, and grunted through the gag again.

"What are you doing here? What the hell are you going to do to me now?"

"Testing reaction to fresh scent."

"Why? What's it supposed to do?"

"You see."

She walked right up to him, balancing with her hands on the edge of the table before lifting one of her legs off the ground. She wiggled her fuzzy toes, dangling the soft sole over his face. He arched an eyebrow, took a breath -

And suddenly the general warmth flared up into a fire. His eyes went wide as her scent burned through his nose, the slight musk - and it was slight - going right into his brain. Everything was...warm. Good. Gentle. And it was like there was no need to think or worry about anything.

His head rolled to the side, only for Tatyana to pin it down beneath her foot again. It was a long sole, one that was slightly wider than one would expect for a feminine foot, but still lovely for that. Lovelier than usual, for that matter.

His head rolled again, his eyes closing to slits, his mind slowing down. The more the warmth burned through his veins, the more relaxed he felt...except for in one particular instance.

His cock throbbed up between his legs, harder and stiffer than it had been since the last time that he smelled a dragoness's pheromones. The heat in that had been enough to rival this, but...

For a...a foot?

"Slip. Stop thinking."

The dragon stopped thinking.

"Throb."

He sniffed her foot, and his cock throbbed obediently, bouncing up and down as she commanded him. Tatyana nodded her head - at least, he thought she nodded, from what he could see between her toes - and then shifted her foot to the side. His head followed it unconsciously, unable to look away.

"Yes. Subservience chemicals working well. Designed to trigger at scents rich with feminine pheromones and scent. Best with foot, but just as strong in crotch or pit."

He was glad that she hadn't put him through the last one, though he wouldn't have minded breathing in her pussy scent, too. He blushed a bit, still able to think a little, but...but it was so much easier to just listen, to do what he was told.

"Well, stiff thing. Best not waste."

Tatyana adjusted the table, putting him flat on his back. She hopped up on the side, straddling him, and he felt his throbbing cock slip between her ass cheeks. She rested there, her feet on either side of his face. Her claws clipped the leather gag, letting it fall out of his mouth, and she chuckled as she batted his snout from side to side with her feet.

"No thought in head?"

"Not...many..."

"Injection needs be stronger. Or need stronger smell."

She didn't have much in the way of a smell, that was true, though even that was more than enough to make him obey. Disobeying was a thought that was furthest from him at that point, and he doubted that he could have done that even if he wanted to.

As she ground her soles into his face, reminding him of his place, he wondered how long she would keep him like this. Not that he minded, considering his cock was rock hard and pressed down under a plump tigress rump, but it was...interesting...to think of being stuck like this...for...

Thinking was getting hard. Maybe it was better not to think, and just enjoy the heat coursing through him.

He arched his back slightly, thrusting up to meet her ass again, and Tatyana shook her head.

"Well, least use this for problem-solving. You not allowed to cum. Understand?"

"Understand..."

"Good. Now. Lay and worship."

He didn't have a chance to respond to that before she leaned back and popped his cock right into her ass. It was a bit dry, less lubed than he was used to, but the sheer talent she had for swallowing up cock under her tail was obvious as ever. He groaned under his breath, his face smothered beneath her feet as she rocked back and forth on his cock, working it deeper and deeper under her tail.

Havok realized that he'd become something of a living dildo by doing this, but he found that he didn't mind that much. There was something pleasurable about giving a lady this chance to relax, to allow himself to be a good little pleasure toy. He moaned softly into the soles on his face.

Wait. She'd said worship. He should...yes, he should get to that.

Sticking out his tongue, the white dragon started dragging it over the pads and toes, sucking at them gently. There was very little in the way of sweat and musk that was not saturated into the fur, but he licked it out anyway, being a good little dragon foot slut. The pleasure of that ass around his cock continued to push him to go hard with his tongue, but he would be a good boy. He wouldn't cum.

Not until the tigress said.

The End