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[b][u][center]A Dreamy Night with Fine-Soled Friends

For Jagger8090

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

No matter what your job happened to be, there were always weeks when it was just hell. Jib had just finished a long week in the trenches, and while some would have been heading to bars to drink off their frustrations, or down to certain clubs for company or the view, he just wanted to go to a friend’s place and relax.

Well, relax and…maybe a bit more. Jib rubbed the back of his neck as he got off the bus, the memory of the last time that he hung out with Yaeger running through his mind. What had been a friendly outing with a few other friends had turned into something much more…sensual, once they went to the bar’s bathroom. He’d never imagined that Yaeger would have been interested in [i]that[/i] stuff, but –

[i]Paw on his head, four toes rubbing his cheek, the pressure of those soles grinding down on him, the chance to cum hard from a friend’s touch –[/i]

Jib groaned as the bus sped off, shaking his head and hoping that he hadn’t popped as hard an erection as it felt he had. That was a one-off, probably. They hadn’t had the chance to hang out one-on-one since, and Yaeger probably didn’t have the same sort of need to do it again. It was just a one-off, a bit of fun, finding out whether Jib was just interested in feet or if that interest extended to paws.

Probably.

Maybe.

He walked from the bus stop to Yaeger’s apartment. The short walk was enough to calm him down, and the sheer tiredness from the long day at work also contributed to the lack of a boner by the time he reached the front door. He slung his work coat over his shoulder and walked in.

Up the stairs, down the hall, and then he was at the lion’s door. He rapped his knuckles against it and chuckled at the rustling sound of someone inside. Probably just woke the lion up, all things considered; Yaeger was a bit on the lazy side when he wasn’t in the middle of some hipster activism thing.

The white lion opened the door, looking down and grinning.

“Hey, finally outta work.”

“Yeah. Got a spot I can crash for a bit?” Jib asked.

“Come on in. There’s plenty of couch space.”

“Thanks.”

He ducked under the lion’s arm and made the short walk down the hall to the connected living room. A game console was already hooked up to the TV – one of the retro ones that Yaeger collected, from the look of it – and the lion had four controllers plugged in. Jib cocked his head to the side as he sat down, tossing his coat over the back of the couch.

“Expecting more company?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah. Meant to say, Maaka and Savoy are coming over, too.”

“Oh…”

“That a problem?” Yaeger asked, sitting down on the floor. “I can call ‘em and say no, if you want.”

“No, no, it’s fine.”

It [i]did[/i] mean that he was going from a one-on-one hang out with Yaeger – and potentially doing some of the fun stuff that they’d done last time – to hanging out with a bunch of other friends, and more to the point, other anthros. Maaka and Savoy were both lions, which meant that he’d be the only human in the room. Not that that was a bad thing, of course, but there was the feeling of being the odd one out.

And…

Well, he wasn’t going to let himself think those fantasies. He wasn’t going to assume anything.

“Seriously, it’s fine,” Jib said when Yaeger continued to look at him with one eyebrow raised. “I’m just glad to get the chance to hang out with you again.”

“Heh. Well, I’m glad to have the chance myself. Been too long. Even if the last time was…well, you know.”

“Yeah…I know.”

“Was that a good –”

“Oh, yeah. Lots of good, uh, good bit of introspection about the stuff I…like.”

“And you don’t have any bad feelings? No regrets?”

“Nope,” Jib said, shaking his head. “Just, uh, you know. A little embarrassment that it happened quite so…”

“Heh…yeah…”

Yaeger chuckled, and Jib wished that he had the confidence to feel quite so amused with the whole situation as the lion did. All he could feel was arousal and embarrassment when he remembered what they had done. Much as he was curious if it would go the same way if they did it again somewhere more private, he couldn’t quite be as blasé about it as the other male could.

[i]Guess that’s one of the other differences between humans and anthros,[/i] he thought as he got comfortable on the couch. [i]They got the casualness around sex, and we have to learn it. That doesn’t seem fair…[/i]

But then again, part of the reason that it was so ‘fun’ was the fact that he kept blushing about it. Maybe he shouldn’t complain too hard…

Before he could say much, someone else knocked at the door. Yaegar shrugged apologetically and hustled back to it, and Jib got as comfortable as he could on the couch. He kicked his shoes off and let his socked feet rest on the arm at one end of the couch, his head resting on the other. Tiredness hit him hard, and he groaned as he fought off a yawn. God, he didn’t know he was that tired.

A few seconds later, the other lions arrived. They were quite the trio, he thought, looking from one to another.

Yaeger, of course, was the most familiar. A little bit taller, lean and toned, he was white-furred with a hipster flannel scarf around his neck, with jeans and a useless but fashionable denim jacket. Not huge, not small.

Then there was Maaka, jet-black in color with a huge fascination with ‘tacti-cool’ gear. He wore the glasses, the hoodie, the clothes with many pockets, the works. He would have looked absolutely ridiculous if he hadn’t had the muscles to back it all up, which he did. He chuckled as he walked in, nodding without a word. Tall, too, standing over Yaeger by an inch or so.

Then –

“Hiiiii!”

Savoy got him chuckling like he did every time with that flamboyant greeting. The red-furred lion waved around the other two, all but bouncing into the room. With a bandana around his head and a tank-top that showed off his slender, almost feminine physique, he was the living embodiment of feline ‘fay’ behavior, coming [i]this[/i] to being a limp-wristed gay cat. There was no proof that he [i]was[/i] gay, but he put off all the indicators of it, including those tight denim shorts that hugged him perfectly back there.

They all gathered in the living room, exchanging quiet greetings. Maaka sat on the other armchair, Savoy leaned down to give Jib a hug in greeting before sitting on the floor, and Yaeger leaned on the back of the couch.

“You guys need anything from the fridge?” the white lion asked.

“Nah, I’m good,” Maaka said.

“Water’s great!” Savoy said, nodding with a smile. “Sparkling, if you got it.”

“Tap it is,” Yaeger chuckled. “And Jib? You want anything?”

“Nah, I’m –” He broke off in a yawn, shaking his head. “I’m fine. Thanks.”

“You sure? I can throw some coffee on.”

“Nah, nah, I’m good. I swear.”

“Five minutes,” Maaka said. “I give him five minutes before he conks out.”

“I bet ten,” Savoy said.

“Fuck off,” Jib said, but not without a chuckle.

Yaeger went to fill drinks, and the other lions settled in, catching up with each other. Jib tried to pay attention to whatever it was they were saying, but the tiredness of the day just had its claws in him now. He nodded to show that he was paying attention, but his eyes were already slowly closing, and –

#

“Mmmph…”

Apparently, he’d conked out hard. Must have been a lot more tired than he thought. The sound of the video game blaring through the TV must have finally woken him up. Still on the couch, too; at least they hadn’t embarrassed him even more by carrying him to the bedroom or something and putting him to sleep.

He rolled over with an apology on his lips –

And froze. The three lions were lying on their stomachs, their feet up and resting on the edge of the couch facing him. Maaka’s dark-furred feet – black-padded, four-toed – were right beside his face, the toes nearly rubbing against his lips. They were so clean that they didn’t have any scent, but the sight of them alone was incredible, with the claws that occasionally flexed and pushed out with a faint hint of danger. Then there were Savoy’s feet, red-padded and red-furred, pressed right up against his stomach, and he could feel the sheer silkiness of the pads through the little gap between his shirt and his pants, each touch sending a shiver down his spine and making him blush.

And then there were Yaeger’s feet, the white lion’s four-toed feet pressing right against his crotch, the navy-blue pads pressing up and down against a budding erection that Jib was doing his absolute best to ignore.

[i]Fuck…how…when…[/i]

He shivered as he tried not to breathe too hard on Maaka’s toes, not wanting to surprise them and make them pull their feet away right away. Oh, he felt like a pervert staring at them like this, but…well, how often was he going to get a view like this outside of watching the right kind of porn?

His breath caught in his throat as the lions kept adjusting their positions, moving their feet and grinding their toes and the balls of their feet against him. Touch, nudge, brush. It was so accidental and he was so still that he doubted that they felt him reacting at all. Maybe they thought he was still asleep. Maybe they were just using him as a sort of heating pad for their feet while they gamed or –

Jib barely bit back a moan as Yaeger’s toes dug into his crotch a bit, grinding down against his budding erection and teasing it harder still. Oh, they had to know what they were doing to him. Maybe Yaeger had mentioned it while he was conked out, or –

[i]Oh god, if they know what happened between us at the bathroom in the bar…[/i]

Fuck, that was humiliating, but at the same time, it went right to his dick, keeping him throbbing hard and needy as hell. Jib huffed, then held his breath, trying to keep from exposing himself further.

Throb.

Throb.

Throb.

God, he had to be as hard as he had ever been, his cock pushing against the waistband of his jeans as those toes worked down there, and as Savoy’s claws kneaded against his stomach, and as Maaka’s dark feet rubbed against his cheek. This was the dream, he thought. Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe…

[i]Say something. Don’t be some stupid pervert. Say something.[/i]

“G-guys…”

He was quiet, almost too embarrassed to speak. He cleared his throat.

“Guys…guys, I’m…I’m awake…”

They didn’t pay any attention. Maybe he was dreaming. There was no way that they were just ignoring him, was there? They couldn’t be this oblivious to what he was doing. What if he stuck out his tongue and licked a toe while Maaka was trying to beat the others in the game? What if –

“Hey, guys,” Yaeger said, breaking the silence. “I got an idea. What if we make a little game of this?”

“Aren’t we already playing a game?” Maaka asked.

“Yeah, but it’s not as comfy on the floor. Winner gets the couch. Each round, whoever gets two wins gets to stay up there.”

“Ooooh, sounds good to me,” Savoy said.

“Yeah, whatever, works for me.”

[i]Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,[/i] Jib thought. [i]Don’t tell me that they’re just going to…[/i]

They were so busy playing the game that he doubted that they would have noticed if he yanked his dick out of his pants and started beating his meat. Well, maybe Yaeger, since the white lion was still idly poking, prodding, and kneading down there with his soft soles, but not the others. Their eyes were locked on whatever pixelated racing game they were playing, not looking away even once. He shivered, trying to not to think too hard about those feet so close to him, how they were getting to him, how they were leaving him shivering from head to toe and harder than he’d been in a week. This had to be a dream. This had to be a…a dream…

His eyes darted from paw to paw, watching the curling toes, the occasional flash of a claw, and more. He looked at the way that Maaka’s feet were a bit more meaty, a little wider than the other two. Yaeger’s were soft, gentle, but not so soft as Savoy’s. The red lion had the softest-looking feet that Jib had ever seen, with pads that looked like they had been moisturized daily and given the finest attention by pedicurists and masseuses in the city. Oh, they were so soft that he probably would cum on them in seconds if they were doing what Yaeger’s feet were doing, and –

Ding ding ding.

He’d been so obsessed with their soles that he had honestly forgotten that they were even playing a game. He looked up, staring at the screen, trying to see through the pixelated, over-bright lights to see who the winner was.

[i]Didn’t even see them pick characters. I wouldn’t even know if I could see it.[/i]

“Mmmm, looks like I get first,” Savoy said, swishing his hips about as he stood up. “Comfy time for meeee.”

“Bitch,” Maaka said with a smirk.

“Only for the right people.”

Before Jib could even offer to move, the red lion sat down on the far end of the couch, reclining against the far arm. He wasn’t that heavy against Jib’s legs, but there was one rather obvious thing.

Those feet.

Those feet.

Those fabulous feet.

He gasped as Savoy shoved his toes right into his face, the human shivering as they ground along his face, tracing his jawline and rubbing down to his lips before pushing up to his cheekbones again. The sheer softness of those feet, the red pads grinding and squishing against his face, and the embarrassing throbbing down below all combined to create a perfect storm of kink for him.

[i]Oh fuck…oh, fuuuuuck.[/i]

Jib couldn’t even get a word out. He was panting too hard, blushing as Savoy kept tracing his soft soles along the sides of his face. Those pads were so soft, and they rubbed against his cheeks in a way that was almost frictionless. Even the times that the red lion flexed his toes and showed off the sharp-pointed curved claws of his were not that scary. The points never dragged against his skin, and they were more just…just this beautiful accessory of Savoy’s, particularly considering the fact that they were kind of painted-looking.

[i]I wonder if he really does, or if they’re just natural…[/i]

Who knew? He didn’t think that he’d be asking the lion anytime soon. Savoy didn’t seem to care, but there was always the chance that the uncaring, flamboyant thing was just an act, nothing more than schtick.

As Jib fought the temptation to open his mouth and let the toes in, the game started again. Some part of him could hardly believe that this was really happening, that they were gaming, showing off, putting their feet all over him.

[i]Has to be a wet dream. Has to be a wet dream. What if I cum in the dream? Will I humiliate myself in real life?[/i]

Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh –

One set of toes pressed right against his nose, the digits curling and trapping it. He couldn’t even tell if it was intentional or not; it felt like nothing more than a cat kneading against his face, just with much more distinct digits.

“Mmmph…”

His little huff didn’t make it stop, either. Savoy just hummed to himself, playing his game and continuing as if he was doing nothing out of the ordinary. The sheer casualness of it all was driving him crazy, making him wonder if he [i]was[/i] crazy. This had to be a dream, but if he could think that it was a dream, shouldn’t that make the dream change, or make him feel like he was in charge, or – but there was no way that this could really happen, right? This was just a fantasy, something that would never actually come about. He was huffing toes, his cock was hard as it had ever been, and he couldn’t help but imagine what would happen if they touched it again –

Ding ding ding.

The game was done. The toes slipped off his face and Savoy let out a quiet huff of annoyance. He sounded like some sort of prima-donna, but all Jib could think about was the fact that the toes were no longer pressing against his face. He grunted, shaking his head in disbelief as he watched the red lion get up.

[i]Did that…did I really just…[/i]

The fact that he’d not only just been sat on and used as a cushion, but that his face had been used for a paw-rest, should have been embarrassing. Maybe even made him a little mad, since it just happened without him giving any sort of consent. Instead…

Instead, he almost wished that Savoy was still sitting on him, still using his face like that.

[i]God, what is wrong with me…[/i]

“My turn on the couch,” Maaka said. “Get your skinny butt away from it.”

“Come on. I was [i]comfy.[/i]”

“Yeah, and now, I’m going to be comfy. Scoot.”

[i]Do they even see me? What the hell is going on?[/i]

No, this had to be a dream. It had to be a dream, because the tacti-cool black lion was making his way to the same spot that Savoy had been sitting, his feet were bare, all this stuff was going exactly the way that it would go in a kinky fantasy, and –

“Oof!”

It wasn’t uncomfortable, but he could [i]feel[/i] the pressure from Maaka in a way that he hadn’t from Savoy. The size difference was much more obvious, and as the big lion squirmed, getting comfortable at the far end of the couch, he could feel those muscles against his legs.

And then…those feet.

Where Savoy had been a gentle kneader, Maaka was much more forceful. Those big feet pressed against his face, padded paws grinding against his cheeks, smothering him and completely blinding him to everything going on.

“Ah…ah…”

He huffed and moaned despite himself, shivering as those meaty soles pressed against his face and ground down from his eyes to his cheekbones and then back up. His nose and lips were between the lion’s paws, breathing in something like cloth and fabric and a bit of rubber. No sweat, no musk, just the scent of the stuff around him.

Press.

Grind.

Squish.

His face felt like it was getting treated like a stress ball between the paws, rubbing down his face, up it, treating it like a doormat and a ball at the same time. Grind, push, squeeze, squish, making him feel the slight roughness of those dark pads. And yet, at the same time, there was something that kept it from being abrasive, almost like Maaka had been going to some sort of salon, as well.

When the claws flexed, pressing against his forehead, he realized that they weren’t as sharp as Savoy’s, either. They were blunted, gentler, almost like he had been getting a pedicure for them. It was…kind of cute, in a way. Such powerful, masculine feet, but with the gentleness of someone that still wanted to take care of them without others knowing that he was doing it.

It would have been a little funny if it wasn’t for the fact that they were grinding his head right into the arm of the couch.

They ‘stepped’ on his face over and over again, grinding down on one cheek, then the other. The lion grunted further up the couch, the sound so faint that Jib could barely hear it. The beeping and musical jingles continued from the game, and clearly, they were getting closer and closer to finishing another round, but all his attention kept going back to those feet.

As they pressed from one side of his face to the other, his cock kept getting harder. He was so stiff and so needy that he would have been jerking off hard if it had been out of his pants. His self-consciousness was disappearing with each second, and so was the embarrassment of being used as a paw-pillow. His breath huffed out again and again, his nostrils flaring and his tongue hanging out as Maaka dragged his paws down, toes spreading around his nose for a moment before sliding up again.

He was so close to a hands-free orgasm, his cock twitching against the inside of his pants. If he could just get a little bit more –

Ding ding ding.

[i]God damn it! Please, please, please, Maaka, you won right? Or Savoy? Two first, and –[/i]

“My turn,” Yaeger said.

[i]GOD DAMN IT![/i]

The black-furred lion didn’t get up so much as he rolled off, which served as a final paw-shove to Jib’s cheeks. His face burned as he imagined how that must have looked, how much of a bitch he must have appeared to be, but…oh, if it didn’t get him harder than ever.

He shivered, one hand going down to his pants as he watched the white-furred lion get to his feet. He had to get it out. Didn’t matter anymore. They weren’t paying attention to him. It was embarrassing, but he couldn’t just let his cock stay in his pants anymore. Had to get off, had to get off, had to get off –

“Mmmph…”

Yaeger was lighter than Maaka but heavier than Savoy, and unlike either of them, he went right to ‘work.’

POP! His toes slid past Jib’s lips without a word, claws flexing and poking his tongue ever so gently. The white lion didn’t even respond when the human started licking his toes, sucking on them, teasing them in return. Hell, he just paid attention to the game screen, focusing on the game going on there.

[i]Mmmph…f-fine…[/i]

Jib reached down, stroking himself slowly to the feeling of those toes rubbing against his lips, his tongue, his face. The big toes of both feet were on his tongue, keeping his mouth open, while the other three toes on each paw were rubbing along his face, teasing his cheeks. The claws were always there, reminding him that he wasn’t doing this to a human, but to a creature that could dominate him with ease.

He was the weak one.

He was the prey.

He was the one that had to bow and bend, or he’d break.

“Mmmph…”

It sent a shiver down his spine every time he sucked on them, knowing he was doing something he was ‘supposed’ to be doing. Even the bit of pleasure that he’d gotten from Yaeger in the bathroom was nothing compared to this. This was a full-on fantasy come to life, something that had all sorts of things ‘wrong’ with it, but all the hotter for that. He was the human, they were the anthros, and that meant that he was prey. He was the one that bowed, they were the ones that got the service.

Suck. Stroke.

Suck. Stroke.

Suck. Stroke.

Jib lost himself to the rhythm, one hand between his legs working his dick, his mouth busy with the toes, and the feeling of the drumming digits along his face – oh, this had to be a dream. There was nothing to show that any of them understood what they were doing to him, and the constant ignoring of anything he did – oh, this was a dream. They weren’t paying any attention to him. He could do whatever he wanted.

As he dragged his tongue along the toes and the claws, he shivered. Oh, he was close, too. His cock was on the verge of exploding with cum. He was going to…oh, he was going to –

Ding ding ding.

“That’s two for me!” Yaeger said, chuckling. “Couch is mine for the night.”

[i]Don’t care. Just let me – I’m so close –[/i]

But it was too late. The goddamn lion got off his legs, and hopped back to the floor…only to pull Jib’s cock between his paws.

The human gasped, his mouth hanging open, his eyes as wide as they could go as the gentle paws stroked up, down, up, down, gradually teasing him further and further. The other lions went back to playing the game, their feet back where they’d started, but far more aggressive than they’d been before.

Maaka’s toes in his mouth, grabbing his tongue, reminding him what he was meant for.

Savoy’s paws kneading against his belly, those curved claws reminding him of his weakness and his softness.

Yaeger’s soft-furred paws rubbing up and down his cock, stroke, stroke, stroking him close and closer to his peak.

Jib could barely breathe. His eyes were completely rolled back in their sockets, staring at the ceiling as he was molested and teased by three pairs of lion paws at once. He might have been on the couch and they were on the floor, but they were trampling him into the dust, knocking the wind out of his lungs and leaving him gasping and pleading for more. Every press, every squish of their paws against his body, every little dimple he could just make out on their paw-pads, was enough to get him closer.

And then, he was going over.

With a final grunt, he arched his back against the couch and came. The sheer rush of pleasure running through him was almost enough to knock him out right then and there; he could barely breathe past the toes in his mouth, and the kneading on his belly kept pressing the air right back out of his lungs. He stared at the ceiling, his cock pulsing away, toes curling around the head and trapping the seed and keeping it from spraying across the rest of the room.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

And then it was done. He laid there, panting, and he realized that the lions were moving. Maaka and Savoy got to their feet first, and they looked down at him. They chuckled, helping Yaeger to his feet, too. And the last thing that he saw before darkness claimed him again were the undersides of each lion’s paws, toes splayed out, and cum dripping from Yaeger’s paw. It was a perfect, pleasurable image to slip away to.

#

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

Jib groaned, rolling over on the couch again. Memories of a pleasurable dream drifted away, and he shivered as he saw fragments of it. Sexy lion paws, pressing down on him, milking him, teasing him as if he was nothing but some sort of toy for them. Really hot stuff, honestly, though it felt like…

Wait…

“Where’s Savoy and Maaka?” he grunted. “And how long was I sleeping here?”

“You conked out pretty hard almost as soon as everyone else got here,” Yaeger said, chuckling as he leaned over the top of the couch. “I guess that work week got to you more than you thought it did.”

“Yeah…yeah, I guess…”

He rubbed the back of his head, more of the ‘dream’ coming back to him. It didn’t feel real, but at the same time, he felt…

Not bruised, not battered, but almost…well-used, like he had been dragged through something intense enough that it probably should have left at least a few bruises up and down his body.

[i]Was it real?[/i]

Jib opened his mouth…then closed it again. If it was real, then he didn’t know if he could really bring himself to ask and have it come out that he’d been teased like that, [i]for real[/i], and hadn’t been able to keep going. If it wasn’t, then he didn’t want to ask Yaeger something so perverted that there’d be no way to recover from it afterward.

He rubbed his forehead, slowly swinging his legs out from the couch and sitting up straight. The white lion walked back to the kitchen, and the smell of coffee started permeating the apartment.

“So, they left earlier?” he asked.

“Yep, headed out a little before sun-rise,” Yaeger called from the kitchen. “Said something about needing to meet up with some of the other lions out there. No idea what’s going on, but they had a good time.”

“Sorry I conked out.”

“Eh, it happens. Think you’re going to be up for more sometime this weekend?”

His cheeks burned as his head filled with the mental image of Yaeger’s cum-covered toes, seeing it dripping down and knowing that it had been marked with his cum. In dream, or reality, it didn’t matter, because it was hot. His cock throbbed in his pants, more than morning wood would have excused, and he pushed the mental image away with a few shakes of his head.

“Uh, sure,” he said, nodding. “I think I’ll be good for that. Just need to get a few things done, but tonight, maybe?”

“Sounds good. You want some coffee before you head out, or –”

“Nah, I should probably get going.”

“Alright, man. See you tonight.”

Jib nodded, hurrying to his feet and gathering his stuff. Shoes and socks, work jacket, and that was it. he hurried out the door, shutting it behind him as his face burned with more and more recollections of whatever it was that happened last night. Dream, reality, he didn’t know, but the memories of the events were vivid as could be.

[i]I’m going to be [b]so[/b] hard for this trip home…[/i]

And the shower was going to be a messy one. There was no getting away from that. He was absolutely going to be jerking it in the shower today. However real that had been, it was hot as fuck, and he was going to enjoy ever last second of it.

[i]And maybe…maybe next time I’ll ask if that really happened…[/i]

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Jib goes to visit his lion friend again, and ends up getting a surreal foot-fetish experience with his friend and two more lion friends.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M/M, Human, Lion, Lion Supremacy, Foot Fetish, Series, Fantasy, Surreal, Dream or Not, Toe Sucking, Footjob, Paws, Foot Worship, Anthro/Human,