A Bet's a Bet
Oh dear! Looks like Falco's gotten himself into a bit of a bind. Can he outwit the handjob queen herself?
Falco is a fox of his word. But is Heather a raccoon of her word? Maybe, maybe not. >:)
"Last chance to back out, Falco," said Heather, playfully tapping the tip of the fox's nose with her finger.
Falco Fox, stretched out like an eagle with the aid of magic vines, his bare feet a couple of inches off the ground, chuckled. "I don't have a cowardly bone in me. A bet's a bet." He balled up his paws into fists. "Bring it."
"I'm just giving you a way out, 'cause last I remember," she said, getting on her knees, "you were begging me to stop when I went for these cute paws of yours." Heather, now on her tummy on the lush floor of Gylden Woods, reached out with both hands, fingertips pointing up.
Falco snickered and guffawed as Heather tickled the helpless bare soles of his feet. "I can deal with it," he said. His toes wiggled and his paws writhed to escape the raccoon's probing fingers.
"All righty, then." Heather got to her feet. Her tits bounced under her black metal shirt when she came to a standstill.
Falco, who was still smiling from the impromptu tickle, huffed and moaned--Heather had grabbed his erection by the shaft and had given it some love in the form of quick jerks.
"You know the rules. Cum nice and hard and shoot at least once over that line over there." She motioned to a makeshift finish line she'd constructed with random twigs and fell branches. It was two feet away. "Or those feet are mine."
Falco bit his lip and thrust his hips in time with the handjob. "Falco always cums super hard." He grunted when Heather's palm focused on the head. "Ooooh, yes. Fuck yeah. You're an expert, Heather."
"You're just saying that to butter me up for when you lose," she said, her voice slightly tremulous from the back and forth of her hands.
"Nobody's losing, Heather. A virile explorer like me?" He gulped and splayed his toes when he felt a bit of precum dribbling out of his piss slit. "I'm known for my ejaculatory prowess all over the world."
"See, now you're just making stuff up, Falco." She eyed him cutely. "Is someone compensating?" Heather tickled under his chin while stroking him off with her other paw.
"Now you're playing with fire, Heather." Falco's lips glistened in the afternoon daylight. "How about this. I get three shots or more over that pathetic line of yours, and I tickle the fuck out of _your_feet."
Heather narrowed her eyes. It would take some serious pressure to get three spurts of fox cum over a distance of two feet. But she knew Falco would go absolutely berserk on her paws. Who wouldn't? She had the galaxy's most ticklish feet.
"At this stage, I'll cum without an answer, Heather," he said. Falco flexed his abdomen with each of Heather's downstrokes.
"Pfft. You think I'm afraid of some tickles?" she said, overcome with hubris.
"No, I think you're _terrified,_Heather. Don't kid yourself. You can't handle it on your feet."
Her features hardened for a second, and then she smirked. "That's if you get three whole squirts over the line. You and I know, Falco, that you won't even get a drop over it."
"So, we have a deal, then?"
Heather cupped Falco's balls in one paw. "I guess we do, Falco." She pumped the fox's rock-hard shaft.
"Ohhh. I think you're gonna lose, Heather." Falco licked his lips as the orgasm built. "I think you oughta step back." He chuckled reedily. "Don't wanna hurt you."
"I'd worry more about what's gonna happen to you when you lose, Falco."
Falco shuddered as his cock twitched in Heather's paw. "Watch my victory shoot out, Heather! Watch!" The fox's body went stiff, and his toes grasped and clenched the thick vine tendrils around his feet. "Ughhhh, FUCK!" he yelled in ecstasy as ropes of fox cum shot out of his cock at the speed of light--the first six sprays cleared Heather's line by a wide margin. "Ahhhh, yesss, take that," he teased Heather, who was still stroking out the final trickles of his orgasm.
"Nuh-uh," retorted Heather. "That went _way_too far." Her hand stroked as fast as ever, even though Falco'd stopped cumming. "I call shenanigans, Falco! I think you should cum again and not cheat this time." She smiled wide when Falco's toes curled. "Aw, is there something wrong?" she asked coquettishly.
Falco, rendered excruciatingly sensitive after orgasm, squirmed and twisted. "Oh, jeez! Heather, stop!"
"Well, I could, if you admit defeat for cheating and promise to leave poor ol' Heather's pawsies alone." Heather pulled Falco's skin down and rubbed the tip of his cock furiously.
The fox grimaced and thrashed around as if being zapped with electricity. "I, I didn't cheat! What the fuck, Heather!"
"Well, Falco, I don't think you're in any position to decide that."
"Fuck, fuck, OK, OK! Stop, please! Heather, please! You win!"
Heather smiled and shook her head at the fidgeting fox. "I think you deserve a second chance, so I think I should make you cum again." Her paw was a black blur as it worked Falco's deliciously sensitive cock.
The fox growled and squeaked and swayed his hips to the left and to the right. It would take a while for the post-orgasmic sensitivity to go away.
Quite a while.