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Fine Feet vs Hard Hooves for Falin by Draconicon

CLANG! CLACK! WHOOSH!

Falindid went flying backwards from the latest clash of weapons and arms, his dagger chipped along the edge, and several hairs falling from his tail as he avoided the latest axe swing. The fox landed in a kneeling squat, panting softly as he shook his head.

"You're faster...than you look."

He meant it, too. The minotaur guarding the center of the labyrinth was exceptionally quick, both with his weapon and with his feet. Hooves. It was so strange seeing a creature with hooves; they never seemed to get much of a foothold anywhere else.

Falindid got to his feet as the minotaur advanced, tossing his wrecked knife from hand to hand. The tip was gone, so actually stabbing the big guy was out of the question. Slashing would be difficult, considering all the different nicks and cracks in the blade itself. He might even lose part of the blade if he cut in the wrong place and pulled back too quickly. And if he lost his knife...

Forced into a backflip to avoid a hard kick from the minotaur, the fox flew through the air, landing hard. The bull-creature roared at the top of its lungs.

"You can't get away from me! Any wanderer in the labyrinth must face and defeat me, or perish!"

"Yeah, I'd really like a different option, thanks."

Falindid jumped out of the way of the bull's charge, barely getting enough room between the minotaur's sides and the walls of the labyrinth to squeeze past. He would have tried for a side-slash, but there wasn't enough room to use his dagger, so his opponent passed by unharmed. He panted softly, shaking his head as he backed up the way the minotaur had come from.

The fox managed to gain a few feet on the minotaur before he heard the clop clop of the hooves hitting the ground. The chase was on again.

Falindid panted as he sat on a ledge overlooking one of the larger chambers in the labyrinth. It wasn't a natural one, but one that had been cut out by one of the wilder swings of the minotaur's axe. Considering the situation, however, he would take anything that kept him out of reach of the monster for a while. It was just high enough that he could dangle his feet off of the edge and not have them in immediate reach of the minotaur's axe.

Of course, he wasn't completely out of danger. While he couldn't be hit, he was also stuck in a large chamber with the exit on the far side, and the minotaur stood squarely between him and it. The axe in the minotaur's hands was chipped now, but it was in better shape than his knife, which lay in shards around the monster.

I jump down, I'm dead. I stay up here, I starve...And why are you so still? He couldn't understand why the minotaur wasn't moving to finish him off. Yes, the monster's axe was dulled, and yes, he was out of immediate reach, but that didn't mean that he was unreachable. In fact, he'd taken nearly ten minutes to sit down out of fear that the minotaur would reach up and kill him if he did. Considering how angry, raging, and uncontrolled the creature had been up til now, why had he stopped?

Kicking his legs back and forth as he thought, Falindid noticed the minotaur's head moving in the same way. The fox paused, freezing his legs, and the minotaur stopped moving his head.

Kick, stop.

Nod, stop.

No way...

He repeated the experiment, and it happened again. And again. For some reason, the minotaur kept looking at his feet, kept staring at them as they moved back and forth, back and forth.

"Heh, what's the matter, Hoofy? Feeling a little jealous of what I have?"

"What the hell are you talking about, intruder?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just noticed that you're staring at my feet from down there."

"Pah! I'm staring at nothing. You're imagining things."

"I don't know. I mean, if I had those huge, hard hooves, I'd be pretty jealous of these things."

Falindid chuckled as he reached down, pulling one foot up by the ankle. Despite his apparent focus on his foot, he saw that the minotaur was watching him. Perfect.

"I mean, look at this lovely, soft sole. Look at these perfect, pure pink pads. They're beautiful, a treasure in their own right. I imagine you'd love to guard these things just as much as you love to guard everything else in this labyrinth."

"You think so highly of them? Come on down here and I'll chop them off before getting rid of you."

"Ah, but what would be the point in that? I mean, they're only good as part of the whole package. Look at them. See how soft they look, how smooth and gentle they must feel? I mean, seriously. They're amazing. They're something that anyone, anywhere would love to rub and lick and sniff. I bet the fact that I have these and you can't play with them is what's making you so pissed off."

"Shut up."

"Why? Do you want me to come down there so you can play with them? I mean, seriously, couldn't blame you. I've seen guys cum from sucking on my toes, and felt cocks melt in orgasm between my soles. There's nothing wrong with admitting that you prefer feet to hooves, you know; it's not like -"

"I said shut up!"

The minotaur charged at the wall, swinging his axe with a speed that would have cut off the fox's feet if he hadn't been ready for it. He leaped off of the platform, even as the minotaur cut it to bits, but managed to land right on top of the minotaur's shoulder. Curving around, he sat on the big guy's shoulders, his feet curved around to press against the monster's nose.

"Come on, if you wanted to smell them, you could have just asked me, you know."

"Let - mmmph - go!"

Raging and thrashing around, the minotaur was surprisingly less capable than Falindid expected, particularly considering how open this left him. The fox smiled, wiggling his toes over the minotaur's bull muzzle before finally jumping off.

As he landed, the fox got a good look at the bulge that the minotaur was getting from all the teasing. Looked like he had guessed right.

"It's pretty good, isn't it? Let me guess, only getting horses and cows and other hoofed species for visitors? Must get you really hungry for feet, if you've got a fetish for 'em. I'll make you a deal."

"No deal! You will -"

Falindid ducked under the next axe swing, but before the minotaur could swing the axe around to bring it down on his head, he brought his foot up to the bulge beneath the loincloth. His toes stroked the throbbing hardness beneath it, and the minotaur groaned, freezing in place.

Standing on one foot, the fox smiled at the minotaur as he kept up the slow rubbing, teasing him and keeping him frozen in place.

"Well, it's pretty clear that you like my feet."

"Please..."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to stop. Not yet. Just enjoy the feeling of my soft, smooth, lovely soles for a bit longer.

"I'm going to make you a deal, minotaur." He paused. "Minotaur...no, that's not going to work. What's your name?"

"...Zephros."

"Alright, Zephros, I'm going to make you a deal. You want my feet; I want to get out of here alive. So here's my offer. I'll let you play with my feet. I'll even use them to get you off a few times, something I bet nobody else has offered you for months, if not years. I imagine you've been getting very tired of your hand, really, if you're getting this eager for feet. Probably all that time spent seeing nothing but hooves; you need a change.

"In exchange, though, you become my little foot slave. You let me live, and you come with me when we leave this place. That way, I can keep using you, you get all the feet you want, and we both come out ahead. How does that sound?"

All the while, he had kept up his slow massaging of the minotaur's crotch with his toes. The loincloth had slid to the side, and a rather large, rather thick bull cock stood out from between his legs. Zephros was gifted, he had to give the minotaur that. Not a lot of people could claim to sport a cock that big.

He looked up at the minotaur's face, seeing the look of concentration there. The big guy so wanted to follow orders, but also wanted to get something for himself as well. The two ideas were conflicting, and only one would win. Falindid just hoped that the winner wasn't one that would want to chop his leg off.

Finally, Zephros dropped the axe behind him and went to his knees. The fox bit back a sigh of relief, not daring to show any weakness now.

"I agree. I'll be your footslave, just please, please let me play with them!"

"Heh, alright. But first things first. Stay."

He walked over to the kneeling, erect minotaur, and held out his hand. Magic sparked from his fingers, and Zephros flinched.

"Don't worry. I can't do lightning or anything. It's just something to show you who you belong to."

Pressing his fingers to the minotaur's bare chest, he held them there as a pink dye spread through the fur and the skin. It spread out quickly, and by the time he pulled his hand back, the mark of a fox's paw print was marked indelibly on the monster's skin. It was very visible, too, considering Zephros' dark fur.

While the minotaur was still staring at that, the fox reached up and touched Zephros' nose. The yelp as the new golden ring appeared was quickly silenced as the fox put his toes to the minotaur's mouth.

"Now suck, Zephros. Suck and show me just how much you're ready to embrace your new life."

When the next boat of travelers reached the island, they found the criers buzzing with news. The minotaur was dead. No, he was captured. No, he was tamed and there was a new master of the maze. No, the minotaur had evolved. No, there had never been a minotaur. No, the maze was a myth, and so was the minotaur.

The last was obviously the least true of them all, as the labyrinth stood right outside town, and on some days, one could see the horns of the legendary beast as he patrolled the maze. Yet, some said, when the light shone just right, and one was just lucky enough, one could see a fox holding onto the minotaur's horns, riding the beast on his patrols.

The End