At Their Wolf's Feet
Lucas, chubby black wolf gets some tender loving paw care from his partner Grady, the cat robot.
Lucas, the chubby black wolf returning from a fairly long jogging session, keeping active and limber, even if not as much as when he was a school athlete, plopping himself on the couch he shares with Grady, a cat-shaped robot he loves. "Grady, would you mind giving me a footrub? My paws are beat, I swear, the ground feels harder these days than when I was a kid." The cat, approaching the couch to join his adored wolf, perking up at such a request, having grown to enjoy tending to those, even if not in quite the same ways Lucas enjoyed others' feet, including Grady's own. "Of course! Let me help you take those off", responds Grady, sitting down next to their wolf, pulling Lucas's legs over their lap. "Your favorite pair, isn't it? How long ago was you got them?" A silly question, Grady knowing exactly how long ago it was, having accompanied Lucas when they got it. Not a memory stored to replay and relive, but still something in the cat's local long term storage, as so many other moments with the wolf. Carefully pulling at the aglets, undoing the knots on the running shoes. Perfectly fitting over the wolf's paws, protecting the flesh against the hot asphalt, the hard rocks, and every other hazard that may be stepped on. Lucas did not take extreme care of his paws, but having burnt those pawpads in the past, preferred to be safe in that regard. Pulling out the shoe, and letting those socked paws breathe out. "You don't know how much relief that is, my dogs are barking." Lucas said. Sturdy socks wicking the sweat from those paw pads, reinforced at the heel and the toe, a requirement for those with clawed paws, like Lucas. Damp where the wolf was sweating the most, fragrant after exercising. Grady, with gentleness and precision, caressing the wolf's calves and pulling one of them, squishing the central pad on the paw, making the wolf moan, such tender anatomy, making Lucas putty in the robot's hands. Grabbing the other leg, and gently removing the other sock. Grady continued to knead on the wolf's tired paws, still damp from the freshly removed sock. They could feel the slight wetness over the exposed pad flesh. Their own silicone pads gripping to it, the gentle pressure squishing them together, firm enough, but not too firm, not so much so that Lucas could feel the metal inside. Not that those hands were rated to squish extremely hard. Delicate mechanisms, delicate joints, strong enough for day to day usage, strong enough for most purposes. Grady was not a war machine, or an industrial robot, not made to press hard enough to squeeze metal into shape. Very well tuned for domestic living. What was such a machine's purpose? It did not matter, Grady was enjoyed, and enjoyed being. Their hands' tactile sensors, signals traversing the cabling between those fingertips and the systems that made Grady be, inside their chest, piling up on memory stacks, to be processed, to be evaluated. Hardware and software working in conjuction to bring up a kind of existence. Electricity flowing inside, ones and zeros, but adored and enjoyed by the wolf. The cat loving that wolf. Artificial but real enough. Soft silicone caressing soft skin, flesh. Muscle and sinew. Liquids flowing inside, and flowing outside, sweat staining them, and transferring to the silicone padding. A little pressure on a particular spot, and Lucas moans. Almost an automatic reaction. Learned from previous experience, knowing that it will have such an effect. The machine satisfied at knowing how to please and enjoy their wolf. But it is not enough. Shifting, raising that paw. "You ok bud?" Lucas asks, receiving no response other than Grady's continued action. Bringing it close to their face. Next to that nose. No olfactory sensors. Feigning sniffing. And then, a lick. Planned, of course. Their tongue wetted, the fluid pumps preparing it. A deep, long lick, from the arch to the apex of the paw's toes. "Oh, oh you are good at this. Been thinking about it long?" No verbal response from the machine. Continued. Grady unable to taste or smell, but still, the experience being enjoyable. Knowing that their wolf is into it. Growing aroused from it. A glance at Lucas's sheath, seeing him grow erect. Grady's own genitals reacting, automated arousal, triggered from knowing that the wolf is into it. Knowing that the wolf is enjoying it. The paw over the machine's face, caressed and enjoyed. The cat's pleasure coming from being enjoyed in such way. "We really need to get you some upgrades huh? Gods you are so good at it" The verbal response confirming what the physical reaction was already showing. Lucas starting to masturbate, aroused by Grady's treatment of his tired paws. Grady seeing that, joined in the self-stimulation, wet and ready. The installed phallus already lubricated. "You are missing so much, I bet you would love my smell and taste" A bet Lucas would win. If not by default, Grady would definitely alter their settings to do so. To enjoy their wolf. Moreso even than they already did. To choose to enjoy him. To choose to be pleased by him. Licking without tasting. Pretending to sniff. Touching it. Marking themselves with the scent. With the sweat, with all of their wolf. Knowing that on the next kiss he would smell himself on that face. Lucas tugging at the base of his knot, cumming while the machine cat continues to pretend to enjoy his paw, knowing that even if that performance was not real, the adoration Grady had for him very much was. Grady stimulating their own genitals as well, not synchronized to Lucas's still operating with a semi-random stimulation threshold, making it feel more "real". Other times set to release when Lucas does. Setting the pressure of the imminent release to be low, and when it finally comes, ejaculating over the hand, the mess contained. Smearing it on the paw. Licking it. Kissing it. Pretending to taste themselves on Lucas's paw. Cleaning it with the wet artificial tongue. Their lubricant coating those toes, those pads. "Gods you are good. Come here, kiss me, let me see how you taste." An instruction the cat was more than happy to comply with.
Lucas, the chubby black wolf returning from a fairly long jogging session, keeping active and limber, even if not as much as when he was a school athlete, plopping himself on the couch he shares with Grady, a cat-shaped robot he loves. "Grady, would you mind giving me a footrub? My paws are beat, I swear, the ground feels harder these days than when I was a kid." The cat, approaching the couch to join his adored wolf, perking up at such a request, having grown to enjoy tending to those, even if not in quite the same ways Lucas enjoyed others' feet, including Grady's own. "Of course! Let me help you take those off", responds Grady, sitting down next to their wolf, pulling Lucas's legs over their lap. "Your favorite pair, isn't it? How long ago was you got them?" A silly question, Grady knowing exactly how long ago it was, having accompanied Lucas when they got it. Not a memory stored to replay and relive, but still something in the cat's local long term storage, as so many other moments with the wolf. Carefully pulling at the aglets, undoing the knots on the running shoes. Perfectly fitting over the wolf's paws, protecting the flesh against the hot asphalt, the hard rocks, and every other hazard that may be stepped on. Lucas did not take extreme care of his paws, but having burnt those pawpads in the past, preferred to be safe in that regard. Pulling out the shoe, and letting those socked paws breathe out. "You don't know how much relief that is, my dogs are barking." Lucas said. Sturdy socks wicking the sweat from those paw pads, reinforced at the heel and the toe, a requirement for those with clawed paws, like Lucas. Damp where the wolf was sweating the most, fragrant after exercising. Grady, with gentleness and precision, caressing the wolf's calves and pulling one of them, squishing the central pad on the paw, making the wolf moan, such tender anatomy, making Lucas putty in the robot's hands. Grabbing the other leg, and gently removing the other sock. Grady continued to knead on the wolf's tired paws, still damp from the freshly removed sock. They could feel the slight wetness over the exposed pad flesh. Their own silicone pads gripping to it, the gentle pressure squishing them together, firm enough, but not too firm, not so much so that Lucas could feel the metal inside. Not that those hands were rated to squish extremely hard. Delicate mechanisms, delicate joints, strong enough for day to day usage, strong enough for most purposes. Grady was not a war machine, or an industrial robot, not made to press hard enough to squeeze metal into shape. Very well tuned for domestic living. What was such a machine's purpose? It did not matter, Grady was enjoyed, and enjoyed being. Their hands' tactile sensors, signals traversing the cabling between those fingertips and the systems that made Grady be, inside their chest, piling up on memory stacks, to be processed, to be evaluated. Hardware and software working in conjuction to bring up a kind of existence. Electricity flowing inside, ones and zeros, but adored and enjoyed by the wolf. The cat loving that wolf. Artificial but real enough. Soft silicone caressing soft skin, flesh. Muscle and sinew. Liquids flowing inside, and flowing outside, sweat staining them, and transferring to the silicone padding. A little pressure on a particular spot, and Lucas moans. Almost an automatic reaction. Learned from previous experience, knowing that it will have such an effect. The machine satisfied at knowing how to please and enjoy their wolf. But it is not enough. Shifting, raising that paw. "You ok bud?" Lucas asks, receiving no response other than Grady's continued action. Bringing it close to their face. Next to that nose. No olfactory sensors. Feigning sniffing. And then, a lick. Planned, of course. Their tongue wetted, the fluid pumps preparing it. A deep, long lick, from the arch to the apex of the paw's toes. "Oh, oh you are good at this. Been thinking about it long?" No verbal response from the machine. Continued. Grady unable to taste or smell, but still, the experience being enjoyable. Knowing that their wolf is into it. Growing aroused from it. A glance at Lucas's sheath, seeing him grow erect. Grady's own genitals reacting, automated arousal, triggered from knowing that the wolf is into it. Knowing that the wolf is enjoying it. The paw over the machine's face, caressed and enjoyed. The cat's pleasure coming from being enjoyed in such way. "We really need to get you some upgrades huh? Gods you are so good at it" The verbal response confirming what the physical reaction was already showing. Lucas starting to masturbate, aroused by Grady's treatment of his tired paws. Grady seeing that, joined in the self-stimulation, wet and ready. The installed phallus already lubricated. "You are missing so much, I bet you would love my smell and taste" A bet Lucas would win. If not by default, Grady would definitely alter their settings to do so. To enjoy their wolf. Moreso even than they already did. To choose to enjoy him. To choose to be pleased by him. Licking without tasting. Pretending to sniff. Touching it. Marking themselves with the scent. With the sweat, with all of their wolf. Knowing that on the next kiss he would smell himself on that face. Lucas tugging at the base of his knot, cumming while the machine cat continues to pretend to enjoy his paw, knowing that even if that performance was not real, the adoration Grady had for him very much was. Grady stimulating their own genitals as well, not synchronized to Lucas's still operating with a semi-random stimulation threshold, making it feel more "real". Other times set to release when Lucas does. Setting the pressure of the imminent release to be low, and when it finally comes, ejaculating over the hand, the mess contained. Smearing it on the paw. Licking it. Kissing it. Pretending to taste themselves on Lucas's paw. Cleaning it with the wet artificial tongue. Their lubricant coating those toes, those pads. "Gods you are good. Come here, kiss me, let me see how you taste." An instruction the cat was more than happy to comply with.