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The GreenMount Chronicles, Chapter 2 "Footwork"

The story for today is unusual, no doubt about that, but it deserves telling. It revolves around a group of five young men, all around the age of 18, who attended local GreenMount High School.

The five young men were very close, in a clique of their own, which is common in such schools. Most times they would travel in a group, talking and telling jokes. Their clique wasn't necessarily exclusive, it simply remained at that number because no one else had their shared history, and those who tried to be 'inside' didn't feel that they belonged.

They were largely friendly, caused little trouble, and were not known for pushing around the younger kids; rather they had their own agenda which usually didn't include anyone else.

It was perhaps no coincidence that they were the five most attractive guys in the senior class-- most likely the entire school. Each was very active in sports, and typically considered a 'jock'.

There was Scott, the leopard, who was their unofficial leader. He was a powerfully built football player, though he played nearly every sport he could. He was powerfully built, with broad shoulders and a well-defined 'cut' musculature. His body was covered in yellow fur, peppered with black spots, which seemed to ripple as he moved. Nearly ever present on Scott was his hat -- a baseball cap which he wore so that it usually hid his eyes.

Mike was a big ol' dog, a rottweiler to be exact. Bigger than Scott, he had black fur with brown patches, velvety soft, and a square jaw. He wasn't too bright, but he was friendly, and he had an amusing habit of boasting his size-- his big hands, feet, pectorals and biceps. He knew he was the traditional dumb jock, but he didn't mind; people liked him, and the girls were crazy for him.

Roger was a tiger, and certainly the prankster. He was smaller than Mike, but still athletic. His physique was more tightly packed, orange hugged in sharp, neat black stripes, and he loved to show off his washboard abs. The front of his body was white-furred, and this beautiful contrast made his musculature even more apparent. A joke always waited on the tip of his tongue, and he seemed to smile constantly.

Victor was the single exception to their pattern of muscled hunks. He was a rabbit, with a slim, almost boyish physique. Solidly white-furred, he was definitely in good shape, as he played basketball and ran on the track team, but he didn't look like a jock. He was very attractive, but in a softer way, with his big, expressive blue eyes, and the way his right ear would fall over his face sometimes. He had a firm place in the clique because of his winning personality, and his incredible speed. The only things really masculine about him were his very over-sized footpaws, which he generally kept hidden.

Leon was the fifth member, a lion, and definitely the most popular in their school. However, he spent the afternoon with Calvin, another student, so he doesn't come into this story.

The events took place on a hot Friday afternoon, at Victor's house. He had a basketball hoop in his driveway, so the guys had driven to his house after school to play a few games. After several games of two-on-two, they unanimously decided to go inside to play video games and talk.

Victor's bedroom was fairly large, with gray carpet and posters plastering his walls. There was a bed against one wall, and an entertainment center against the other.

The placid silence of the room was broken when the door swung open and the four guys entered.

Scott walked in first, dressed in a white T-shirt and jean shorts, which were spotted with grass stains. Said stains were reminiscent of the dark spots which rippled over his yellow-furred leopard physique. The shorts hugged his slim waist, baring his powerful legs and toned calves. The sneakers on his feet were scuffed and gray.

He turned and smirked at Roger, who entered behind him, "You've gotta learn how to pass."

Roger shrugged, swaggering in, wearing only a pair of black shorts and rubber sandals. In the crook of one sinewy, striped arm was the basketball. Intricate tiger stripes hugged his body, save the front of his chest and stomach, where silky white fur spilled down. He tossed the ball to Mike, who entered behind him.

Mike had also dropped his shirt outside. His pecs and abs were layered perfectly on his dark-furred torso, the sheen of velvety fur catching the light. He caught the ball in his big rottie paws and dropped it onto the carpet. Like most canines of his variety, he was very buff, and his strong jaw tended to make him look more fierce than he really was. With a good-natured smile he slapped Roger on the shoulder with his meaty hand.

"Yeah man, your passing ain't too hot," he said. "We coulda won."

Roger collapsed onto the bed, splaying his toned limbs on the white sheets. "Basketball's not my game, you know that. You two can do it because you're built like brick shit-houses. It's tougher for those of us who don't have a steroid milkshake for breakfast. I mean, if I had that many bull hormones in my system I'd be able to knock people down, too."

Mike laughed and shoved Roger's leg with his big foot. "Shut up and move over, stripes."

Scott pulled off his shoes and sat down on the soft carpet, in front of the television, spreading his long legs stretched out. He flexed his toes in the cool air. He was the tallest of them, though not as wide as Mike.

"Vic," he said, picking up the controller pad for the video game system. "Is the game plugged in?"

Victor walked in, wearing a blue tank-top which hung on his slim, lanky bunny body. One of his long ears hung down in front of his face, and he brushed it away absently with one hand. His ivory white fur was cleaner than his friends', mostly because he was the fastest of them by far, and had no trouble weaving between them. Coupled with Scott's impressive height, they had won the basketball games. He stood next to Scott, his huge bunny feet pointing out, splaying his fuzzy toes in the soft carpet.

"Yeah," he said to Scott. "I was playing it last night."

Scott leaned back against the bed, his legs in a V on the carpet. He seemed just about to respond when the phone rang in the other room. Victor rushed out to answer it, treading silently on his paws.

A few minutes passed while Scott played the video game.

Roger and Mike were sitting at opposite ends of the bed, facing each other, their outstretched legs mingling on the sheets. They were engrossed in a conversation which, as usual, turned to the subject of comparing their body parts.

"Dude, I'm like the biggest guy in the school," Mike said. "Don't even pretend you got bigger hands."

Roger rolled his eyes. "You know, some day somebody's going to come along makes you look like a little bitch, and what are you gonna do then?"

The tiger held up his hand, pink palm-pads facing outward. Mike held up his own hand, which was dark, with smooth pink pads, and he pressed it against Roger's. Mike's hand was obviously larger by at least an inch or so.

"I dunno, I guess I'll have to get bigger so that don't happen," he said. Then he grinned. "But it's not gonna be you. Shit, my hand is bigger than your foot."

Roger frowned. "No way," he said.

"Let's see."

Roger accepted the challenge, and tugged his sandals off, baring the smooth, soft pink pads on his footpaws. He placed down on the bed in front of him, toes pointing up.

Mike pressed his hand against Roger's foot. "Almost bigger," he said.

Roger, leaning back on the bed, smiled. "Almost, but it's not."

"My feet are still bigger though," Mike said.

"Probably," the tiger replied with a shrug.

Mike pulled off his shoes and tossed them onto the floor, lifting one big doggie foot, dark-furred with his soft pink pads, and pressing it to Roger's. The size difference was obvious. They pressed both of their feet together and leaned back, talking and watching Scott play the video game, casually enjoying the warmth of their soles together, toes gently mingling.

This was normal for them. Their clique, all five of them, had compared themselves countless times, from innocent things like bicep diameter and chest width to more private things, like whose balls hung the lowest, and who had the most foreskin. Some of it was simply normal guy stuff, and some of it was by virtue of their close connection. None of them considered it anything sexual, and certainly they didn't consider it anything out of the ordinary.

Roger and Mike continued to talk for a while, and then, in the middle of their conversation, Roger said something which made Mike protest.

"No dude," the rottie said. "No way. No one's cock is bigger than his own foot. It's like an impossibility."

Roger shook his head. "It's possible. I mean, haven't you heard of those guys with twelve inch dicks?"

Mike laughed. "I'll believe it when I see it. Besides, my foot's longer than twelve inches."

"I know," Roger said. "But I'm pretty big. I'll bet my dick at least reaches your toes."

Without hesitation, the tiger hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and unceremoniously pulled them down. His thick, half-hard maleness pointed out, bobbing slightly as it was freed. Lifting his legs, he pulled off his shorts and dropped them on the floor.

Mike was the catalyst for everything that came next. Perhaps his experience with Calvin had prepared him for it, though he had never told them about it.

He nodded. "Let's find out," he said, stretching his legs out before him. He nestled one large, furry canine foot between Roger's thighs, the smooth heel pad pressed up against the tiger's white-furred balls.

Roger's long shaft began to harden from the physical contact, and as it reached its full length, the round head pressed against the sole, not quite reaching the toes.

"Damn dude," Roger said softly. "You and your huge feet."

Mike grinned broadly, flexing his long toes. "You got it."

They watched Scott play his video game again for a while, but Mike didn't move his foot away. He stared down at Roger's member, which was almost entirely sheathed in a downy sleeve of foreskin. With a glazed look of curiosity on his face, he pressed the entire length of his warm foot against the shaft, watching the head nestle comfortably between his toes.

"Hey Rog," he said, more softly than before. "You ever try to jerk yourself off with your foot before?"

Roger shook his head. "No, I don't think it's possible. My leg doesn't bend like that."

"Oh."

"I..." Roger swallowed once. "I kinda wonder what it would feel like."

A few seconds passed, and neither of them said anything. Then Mike gently gripped the soft furry sheath between his strong, dexterous toes and tugged on it, pulling the foreskin up, over the head. Then he curled his toes, rolling the soft skin back down, exposing the head once again.

The shaft itself, half hidden in its sleeve of skin, was dark pink, and it swelled slightly with pleasure. Roger sighed.

Mike spoke, "I guess it's kinda... something somebody else has to do for you. I'll bet it feels pretty wild."

Roger didn't respond verbally, he simply stared down at his throbbing member, which twitched in pleasure, caught in the grip of Mike's big paw. The pads felt luxuriously smooth, just like the palm of his own hand. Yet this was different, because Mike's foot was bigger and longer than his hand, and of course, he'd never been touched there by a guy before. It was very new, and he didn't know what to expect, so he let it continue.

Scott, unaccustomed to their silence, happened to glance over. For a few long moments he said nothing, he just watched while Mike used his toes to grip Roger's cock.

Then he asked, softly, "What the fuck are you guys doing?"

Roger turned his head slightly at the sound of Scott's voice. His eyes were slightly glazed over, and his smooth lips were parted.

Mike looked over as well. "We're just fuckin' around," he said.

Scott watched him curiously, eyes trained on the constant tugging motion. "What... does that feel like?"

Roger watched at the foreskin stretched over the head, until only the slit was visible.

"It feels... cool," he said. Then, repeating Mike's words, "It's kinda something somebody else has to do for you."

"Do you..." Mike murmured, "...want me to use my other foot, too?"

Scott answered for Roger. "Do it, Mike. I wanna see."

The buff rottweiler slid his other foot into Roger's lap, gripping the big cock between his soles, and sliding up and down, then grabbing it with his toes. He experimented with various techniques, sometimes curling his toes around it like fingers, sometimes using the long arches to cup it. The three of them didn't speak, partly for their fascination, and partly for fear of breaking the moment. None of them particularly wanted to question what they were doing.

Suddenly, they noticed that Victor was standing in the doorway.

The rabbit paused. The scene before him was rather surprising-- Roger naked on the couch, with Mike's huge footpaws in his lap, fondling his cock, and Scott kneeling on the floor watching them, with his shirt off. His shorts were still on, but pulled down slightly, with his long, thick cock hanging out before him while he idly touched it with his fingers.

"Uhh... am I interrupting something?" he asked.

Scott glanced over, unperturbed, and shook his head. "Nah, we're just fuckin' around."

This is how they always referred to their 'comparing' sessions. It was always just fucking around. Guy stuff. No big deal. There was a time when they'd all been naked, all five of them (Leon included), and they'd measured each other's manhoods. It had been fun. They'd called that 'fucking around.' But they'd never intentionally given each other pleasure.

Mike turned slightly to look at Vic. "We were talking about how it's impossible to jerk yourself off with your feet."

Vic laughed, a bit nervously, and took a few steps toward them. "Are you kidding?" he asked. "Of course you can. Or... I can, anyway. I do it all the time."

Roger raised his eyebrows. He spoke with a husky voice, his slim chest rising and falling. "Seriously?"

Scott looked at the rabbit with smiling, without even seeming to notice that his own member was pointing out over the waistband of his shorts, thick and rock-hard. "Show us, Vic."

Victor hesitated for only a moment, and then he pulled off his blue shorts, baring his lithe, white-furred body. Some might have been surprised at how quickly he complied, but he had frequently been involved in their comparing, and being naked wasn't really an issue for them. In the same fluid motion, he slid his black shorts down, making a puddle of fabric around his ankles, to be kicked away by his huge bunnypaws.

His own maleness, sheathed in thick, soft white fur, was swelling, and the pink head poked out in contrast. As he always was during their little comparing sessions, he was shy, and covered his genitals. He seemed to not even notice that his ear had fallen over one eye.

"You sure?" he asked.

"C'mon," Scott said, coaxing him. "I got my dick hanging out here. you can show yours."

Vic sat down next to Scott, leaning back on his hands, his slim chest arching out. "Okay," he said softly. He lifted one leg, bringing his knee to his shoulder. Effortlessly, he maneuvered his long, wide foot between his legs, his very dexterous toes stroking his sheath, coaxing out his smooth rabbit- meat.

"See?" he said softly. His member slowly emerged into the open. Perhaps to show off, he scratched lightly beneath his balls.

Roger laughed a little. Mike watched, and for a moment he was distracted enough that his feet lay still in Roger's lap.

No one said anything for a tense moment. They knew what was coming next. Victor seemed about to get up and put his clothes on, but Scott broke the silence.

"Show us how you jerk off, like you said."

Vic blinked his big blue eyes once, and nodded. "Umm... okay," he said. Tentatively at first, he slid the smooth, pink pads of his foot along the surface of his cock. The color and texture matched and as he caressed himself, the organ grew thicker. He lifted his other foot and, leaning back on his hands, used both footpaws to arouse himself. It didn't take long, and soon he was fully hard, his shaft jutting upward, while the warm pads of his bunny feet slid over the tender skin. His eyelids lowered and he breathed more quickly.

Scott murmured, "Yeah, like that. I didn't know anybody could do that. Does it... feel good?"

Vic nodded. "Sure does. I like it better than using my hand."

Roger, who was also breathing pretty heavily, and sliding his flesh pole between Mike's feet, said, "I bet it feels better with someone else doing it." His cock was rigid, leaking a few drops of precum, making the dark pads of Mike's wolf feet glisten.

Mike was watching Victor, but he looked at Roger and asked, "Dude, are you gonna cum? You got precum dripping down here."

Roger nodded, whispering, "...I think so... trying to hold back."

Scott looked at them. "I want to know what it feels like," he said.

Vic looked over at him. "I... I could show you," he said softly, his paws leaving his shaft. "If you want, I mean."

Scott stared at him for a moment, and then he slowly pulled his shorts the rest of the way down, off of his ankles, letting his big cock flop down between his legs, resting on his white-furred balls.

"You'd be a good choice anyway," he said. "You got the biggest feet, and you'll need them for this big cock."

Vic nodded once, and he slowly slid his legs out before him, resting his huge, white furred bunny paws on Scott's muscular thighs. "I... I've never done this before," he said quietly, "but I guess I can learn. Not much different from doing it to myself."

Mike and Roger had both paused to watch.

The slight curve of Scott's large, erect shaft fit perfectly to the arch along the rabbit's enormous foot. He rubbed it back and forth a bit, and then he turned his feet to the side, and wrapped his long, powerful toes around the hot, hardening member, grabbing it and playing with it.

Scott's eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a slow, deep breath. "Ffffuck," he whispered, as Vic played with his cock.

His muscles tensed up all over, and he began to growl softly in pleasure.

Vic grinned, manipulating the big tool. He still seemed a bit nervous, but his cock was as hard as a rock, and he was slowly relaxing.

Roger was without his usual humor. He muttered, "Does it feel good?"

Scott rolled his head on his shoulders. "Hell yeah." He looked at Vic and said, "Grab it harder. I wanna go all the way."

The rabbit's soles were smooth and soft, sliding over him effortlessly, like silk. He grabbed it with his long toes, curling them around the rod, entwining them like fingers. He jerked off the shaft as nimbly as any pair of hands. This went on for a few minutes, and the four of them watched, spellbound.

Gradually Scott bared his teeth and tensed up, abs standing out on his stomach. "Fuck," he snarled softly. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

"Shit," Mike said, awestruck.

"Unbelievable," Roger whispered. They watched, spell bound, both with raging, dripping hard-ons.

Scott cried out, clenching his jaw, his hips jerking forward. His cock tensed and twitched spasmodically, and suddenly fired out a wet, white burst of leopard cum, like a small fountain. Instantly another shot followed, this one splattering onto the broad sole of Vic's foot, hot and slippery. The rabbit used this as lubricant, and stroked Scott's cock faster as the feline rode his climax.

Scott's eyes were slitted, but he continued to watch, unable to tear his eyes away from the bunny's cum-covered paws grabbing his squirting cock.

Finally he collapsed to the floor on his back, his arms splayed out. He was spent, and let out a great deep sigh.

A long, awkward silence followed.

Victor pulled his feet back and began to wipe them with his shirt, cleaning off the hot semen. Roger and Mike didn't move, but neither did they do anything to hide the mutual erections they were sporting.

"That was fucking incredible," Scott said, finally, breaking the lull. He sat up. "You rabbits are so damn lucky, to be able to do that to yourselves."

Vic smiled. "Thanks. I... I dunno what to say," he said. After all, what could a couple of supposedly straight guys say after something like that?

Scott summed it all up. He held out his hand. "Thanks for sharing, man," he said.

Vic ran his hand along Scott's and pulled it back. "What are friends for?" he said.

They both grinned. It was cool. The tension in the room melted away. Sure it was weird for them, but they were always weird.

Scott looked over at Roger and Mike. "So, you two gonna cum, or what?"

Roger nodded. "Yeah man... I'm pretty close."

"Well Mike, you got the biggest feet, besides Vic. When you get done with Roger, you should him. He's gotta know how good that feels. And then I'll get you off."

Mike and Roger climbed off of the couch and onto the floor, and the four of them crawled close together, their legs mingling, feet and paws sliding between them. Before long they were writhing tangle of limbs, panting and growling in pleasure.

None of them used their hands that day.

From that day on, the guys often considered big feet in sexual terms. They would spot someone with larger than average footpaws, and Roger would say, "I'll bet those would feel great." Or Mike would interject, "Did you see the size of that guy's toes? He's not a rabbit but I'll bet he could do himself with those."

All of these thoughts were kept private between them, of course. It was their secret.

And Victor Rabbit, they were merciless with him. The jokes about his big paws multiplied tenfold, and often there was a sexual overtone to them, though that was also their secret.

None of them questioned whether they, as straight guys, should be playing around like they were. It was presumable that they were having too much fun to spoil it. And besides, they hadn't gone very far with it, not far past simple experimentation, simple fun.

Although none of them knew it that day, it was their first step into a long journey for each of them, and by the time they reached its conclusion, this day would seem like nothing at all.