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The Fight of the Foot for HandofBlades by Draconicon

The area was cleared, the ground was ready, and his opponent was already in position. Zavis smirked as he stepped into the clearing, the python smiling at his otter opponent.

"And here I thought you were going to chicken out."

"As if I could leave while you were my opponent."

That was true enough; Ket the otter was just as driven to win his competitions as Zavis was, and that was saying a lot. Zavis made his way to the center of the clearing, sitting down opposite his rudder-butt opponent. The two of them stared each other in the eyes, their smiles hardening on their faces. Zavis broke the silence first.

"Usual stakes?"

"Yep. If I win, my tribe gets the river for this month's fishing. If you win, you do."

"Heh. It'll be easy. I hope you're ready to scavenge for roots for the next months."

"If you think a swimmer will fall to a walker with a foot fight, you're kidding yourself."

The two of them leaned back, their hands falling to the small posts that were stuck into the ground long ago. They gripped them tight, giving them both a grip to keep from sliding around too much on the ground. Zavis' loincloth flopped about, landing up on his belly, but he didn't bother reaching down to fix it. After all, Ket's was in much the same position, so they were about equal.

Well, mostly. He chuckled at the otter's sheath, while his own length was nice and tucked up inside him.

"Showing off already, huh?"

"Heh, at least I have something to show off, unlike you."

"I'm a proper fighter, Ket. I know how to keep control."

"Yeah, prove it in the fight."

Zavis lifted his legs up, and held his feet at the midpoint between the two of them. He waited until Ket had his legs up as well, and pushed his feet towards his opponent's. Soon,their soles were pressed flat against each other, and they were already putting pressure on each other as Ket pushed their feet back to the center.

The python looked into the eyes of the otter tribal. He saw determination, and enough strength to make this a hard-fought battle. But he had to win. He had to make sure that his tribe got the fishing grounds, and there was no way that he was handing them over to a rudder-butt like Ket.

"On three?"

"On one."

"One!"

He pushed immediately, his left foot pushing Ket's back a couple of inches, but the right staying firmly where it was. The two of them groaned loudly as they struggled with each other, the otter fighting to regain lost ground, while Zavis was trying to get more. He growled, groaning under his breath as he pushed his feet harder and harder against the otter's soles, trying to get a couple more inches.

But it was nearly impossible. The only reason he'd started out as strong as he had was because he'd called out the count, knowing when it started. Even so, he was holding his ground, even as he started breaking out in a sweat. A few droplets ran down his forehead, and the same seemed to be happening with Ket.

However, it was also happening with their feet, something that Zavis was all too conscious of anytime that he tried to shift his position. He could feel his scales sliding along the otter's flesh, making it more difficult to keep contact.

Like just then, when his heel slid up and stopped against the otter's arch. He groaned, shaking his head in frustration, but he couldn't quite slide it back down, and his foot was slowly getting pushed back towards the mid-point. Ket grinned at him.

"Heh...slipping...are we?"

"Shut up...not done...yet!"

In desperation, Zavis shoved his other foot forward. However, the slipperiness of his sole was worse than he realized, and his foot went sliding off of the otter's foot completely. He slowed it, but not before it bumped into Ket's face, nearly knocking his head back from the impact.

"Ow..."

"Heh, slipped...hello..."

He pressed his foot against Ket's face before the otter could respond, smirking at the sight of the growing erection from the otter's sheath. He hadn't thought that Ket was that sort of guy, to be turned on by this sort of thing. If that was the case...

He pulled his other foot down, pressing it against the otter's cock while he ground the otter against Ket's face. The ease of grinding was surprising, but then again, they were both hot and sweaty, and as he started rubbing his foot against his rival's cock, it was all too easy to get it slick with pre, as well.

The python was starting to gloat when the otter's feet suddenly shot out and pressed against the same parts on him. Zavis groaned, shaking his head as he tried to turn away from the web-toed foot, but he couldn't pull back from it and still maintain his grip on the posts. He grumbled, glaring past the toes at the otter, who he swore was chuckling at him. Zavis glared, groaning past the foot.

"So...new rules?"

"Gonna have to."

"First to cum...loses?"

"Sounds good."

Suddenly the foot against his cock was grinding harder, faster, and the python pushed back just as hard, feeling the shaft oozing pre against his toes. It wasn't much better than what he was doing, though. He didn't even have a thing for feet, but something about the competition, about having so much on the line, was making it far more exciting than usual. He grumbled, shaking his head, even as he felt the foot smear his face with some of the sweat on the fur and on the pads.

It was impossible to get past the smell of sweat, which was a problem. He'd been in so many rough fights, so many blood-pumping situations while having 'fun', that the smell was basically an aphrodisiac. He clenched his teeth as he felt his cock throb all the harder, particularly as the foot was pressed right up against his nose, the toes curling over it and sealing the smell in for him to 'enjoy'.

"Fuck, when did you get so good at this?"

"Me? When did you get so good at this?!"

"I'll...never tell!"

Zavis shook his head, not wanting to think about the other times that he had used his feet this way. Admittedly, it wasn't often, but there were times when a fight had to be settled with a distraction or something of the sort, and with loincloths being the primary dress among the different tribes, people were generally rather vulnerable down there.

Still, that didn't explain how the otter had gotten so good. He groaned, trying to resist the urge to hump upwards, particularly as his cock was throbbing so hard, wanting more in the way of being touched. If he thrust up, he'd be pushing himself closer to climax, and he had no idea of just how close Ket was. If he had some gauge, he might have risked it, but as it was, he might be too far behind. He couldn't afford to put himself any further back.

But good gods was it a tease. He bit his lip, even as Ket pushed his webbed toes against them, almost trying to force his foot into the python's mouse. He was able to hold back, somewhat, but it was tempting to taste it, to enjoy it.

"Mmph! Getting close yet...rudder-butt?"

"No...way...What about you...scalie?"

"No way..."

Lying, of course. They both had to be lying. He was panting, his breath coming hot and blowing between the toes, only to be sucked back in and carry that damn sweat smell with it. His cock throbbed so hard, and he swore that he was on the verge. He just had to hold out a bit longer. Just had to ignore the way that webbed foot had him pinned to the ground, how it was grinding his cock against his belly, just like he was doing to Ket's.

He felt the shudders coming, both in him and in the otter. They were on the verge now. Zavis bit his lip, feeling his cock tremble. He just needed a couple of seconds. He could feel Ket shuddering as much as he was. If he could just hold on for that last little bit of time, he could win and -

It was too much. With a deep moan, they lifted their hips in unison, cumming hard all over the other's foot. Zavis growled deep in his throat, blushing as he realized that he'd given in without winning, but he could feel Ket's seed against his toes as well. They'd both given in...but had either of them actually won?

They collapsed to the earth again, panting as they continued to ooze. Ket was the first one to pull his foot away, and Zavis gradually did the same, though he rubbed his toes off on the otter's tail before his rival could pull back. He cleared his throat.

"I think...I think that was a draw."

"You -"

"Hey, you came at the same time I did."

"Yeah, but we were...damn it, you're right."

The two of them laid down in the clearing, staring up at the sky. Zavis wasn't sure what he was going to tell his tribe; he couldn't tell them that he'd lost, but nor could he tell them just why he had lost. It was embarrassing enough for a warrior to be found doing this sort of stuff with his own people, but to be found having done it with another tribe? It would be the height of shame.

He looked over at the otter, who seemed to be contemplating the same thing as he brushed the cum off of his stomach. Zavis cleared his throat.

"Rematch?"

"Yes, yes! Rematch."

"Tomorrow?"

"Noon."

"Done."

The End