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I'd always been a really heavy sleeper, but I'd say it's impossible to sleep through the huge thud of your pet landing on the bed. The entire mattress bounced in response, then stillness. I lay there for a moment before groaning out, “What's up Rex? You need to go on a walk?".

Rex is my zafara. I've had him for four years now. I got him as a rescue from a shelter but he was still a young joey at the time. Young enough I think he considers me there for his whole life. Rex is a blue, not one of those special or rare colors. Of course, that doesn't matter. He's still incredibly special to me. He'd been my companion since I graduated college and moved a few states from all my family. I've made a couple friends over the years, but I was never the most social person. Raising, taking care of, and spending time with Rex has been my social life.

Rex landing on the bed was surprising because he hadn't tried to sneak into my room since he was a joey, and hadn't needed a night time walk in a year or two. Rex had his own bed on the other side of the room. I was groggy, but it was mostly surprise, not upset.

I rolled from my side to my back, eyes finally peeking open. The room was dim, only moonlight from the open window as illumination. I was laying atop the covers. The heat and humidity of summer made blankets unbearable, and the air conditioning unit was practically useless. I could feel Rex moving up from the foot of the bed, enormous foot paws stepping one after another up along my side. A breath in filled my head with Rex's scent.

There's no real way to say it kindly. Zafaras are fragrant. A distinct, unique scent that is characteristic of the species. Different colors had different nuances, of course- I was raised with a few zafara as pets, and the red and gray zafaras definitely smelled different than Rex does. The summer heat and humidity only exacerbated the scent. In general, they were musky little pets, even with a bath every couple of weeks- and bathing more often just made their fur impossible. I'd never minded the smell. It was familiar, nostalgic of old pets, but I know many avoided zafara pets for that reason alone.

I only mention it because this is where something really hit me as unusual. It's kind of the turning point of the night? Rex's scent was different. Thicker, sharper. Kind of like earthy, heavy spices. The scent was almost palpable, making a strange tingle in my throat.

That was enough to get my head to lift, to look at Rex. He was standing on the bed beside my chest, between me and the wall. There was plenty of room for him on the full-size bed. But my parents had always raised me not to keep pets in the bed with you. A level of distinction, between the owners in the house and the pets in the house. Just like not letting a pet eat at the table (though, to be fair, both of us always end up eating on the couch, in front of the TV). So there we were, where we both knew Rex ought not be. His bright blue eyes were catching the moon. Big and sweet, looking into mine. In the pallid moonlight, his deep blue and golden belly fur looked darker, off-colored. What caught my attention the most was his shaft. It glistened in the moonlight, curled upward from beneath his balls, the tip pointing forward once more. A sort of lazy 'S' curve.

Surely, that was where the scent came from. The shaft looked pale, but I knew it was a fleshy pink. It'd slipped out before, of course, and I'd seen Rex with erections in his sleep. As I stared, Rex's length flexed. The tip curled a little, the shaft showing how it could bend and move. I looked back up to Rex, confused.

“Rex, what're you doing?" I asked, not sure what I expected in response. I certainly wasn't expecting the response I got. Rex hopped up and over me, landing on my chest. I grunted as his weight pressed down on my chest. He wasn't huge, or overly heavy, but the impact did a number on me. I lay back, arms at my side, as the zafara rest atop me. Along with the weight came the heat, moisture. True to the summer heat, Rex's fur was damp and his body hot atop me.

I didn't know what to do. I lay there, Rex's eyes looking down into mine, the zaf moving up and down a tiny bit as my chest expanded and lowered with breaths. His own chest did much the same, though his breathing was a bit faster.

He leaned back, like he was lounging, resting a hand on my hip. I was only wearing boxers. I could feel exactly how he moved atop me, how his damp fur dragged along my sweaty skin. His hips sliding forward, hand on my hip, then the other. It moved his shaft toward my face a little. I could turn my face away, but otherwise little I could do without throwing him off. I couldn't treat my loved pet that roughly.

“Rex, cut it out. Off!" I grunted in my command voice. The one that always got his attention and obedience.

He froze for a moment. Staring at me. Contemplating what I had said. He had always been so obedient, so well behaved, such a good pet. However, after that hesitation, he ignored my command. I felt shocked and betrayed. That was brief, as curiosity took over. Instead of listening, both Rex's feet lifted and pushed against my face. The bottom of his feet were thick, plush soles. Barely darker blue than his fur, and soft- so soft, hot, fleshy. They were so damp with sweat with the summer heat.

I had no idea what to do. I just lay there with his feet on my face. With no pads, like Lupes or Kourga, Rex's soles had contact with my entire face. Then they started to move. One moved down, toes caressing at my forehead. The other went up and to the side, sole smearing over my cheek and ear. When his feet parted I could see his face. His muzzle was open a little, Rex still panting. His eyes were hungry, nervous, hopeful.

I am certain this is weird, but I let him go at it. The desire to do this was so obvious, and I really had no reason to stop it. A tickle in my throat made me realize I had been holding my breath. It puffed out quickly, my lungs starting to burn for fresh air. The breath pouring over the soles against my face. Rex chuffed a groan-like sound and got more vigorous with his rubbing.

Again. It was weird. And I'm sure this is weirder. I'd never thought of feet as sexual, or have any kind of fetish, let alone this. But when I breathed back in, the scent of his feet assaulted me. It was much like his normal scent, spicy and animalistic. That musky zafara scent, paired with an overbearing scent that I can only describe as 'zafara feet'. I've been with a few dudes, and much like some guy has different smells- human feet are notorious for that, right? Well, zafara feet are like that too.

It was overwhelming- I choked half way through the first breath and let it back out. Then another, stronger with Rex pressing my nose between his large toes. The oversized zafara paws spreading sweat on my face, filling me with that scent. I'm sure it comes across as gross, but the powerful scent was oddly pleasant. It made my stomach tingle, and my dick responded real fast to it.

I have no idea how long we were there. With him just sitting atop me, rubbing his soles on my face. I could feel dripping on my chest, near the base of my neck. His pre, or some fluid from his sheath. I'm not quite sure how all that works just yet. I'm sure it was a long while, timed by soft chuffs, grunts and 'fa's from Rex above me. My cock was throbbing, slipped free from the opening in the front of my boxers.

The rubbing and stroking on my face got more insistent, pressing harder, teasing at my mouth. Steadily more and more insistent, with his toe tips tracing along my lips. That's when I realized what he wanted. I parted my lips and slipped my tongue out. It slid along the sole of his foot. Salty, rich taste spread across my tongue, blossoming and biting, teasing my taste buds. I can't say it's like anything else I've ever experienced. Not too different from going down on a guy? There's a taste and scent, but again it's just 'zafara foot taste'. I can't really describe it better than that.

I was hooked. I let Rex go at his own pace, at first. Licking at his soles, at the bottoms of his toes, whatever he was rubbing against my lips. First one foot, then the other. He swapped back and forth, seeming to favor having me lick around his toes and the ball of his foot over the heel. I'm not sure if it was the taste, the ache of lust between my thighs, or what, but I loved it, and I wanted more. Eventually I couldn't take the teasing, slow pace. I finally lifted my hands up and took his left paw between them. One holding the outside, the other along the arch- if that's correct, for a zafara foot?- of his paw.

I just went at it. I started dragging my tongue up along the ball of his foot, along the bottom of his toes. Lapping like a thirsty lupe. My tongue worked between the toes, the taste more pungent there, making my mind buzz. I kissed the bases of his toes, tongue pushing in and out between the toes over and over. Then I dragged my tongue up between his toes, finishing by kissing the tip of each toe. I raised his foot, lowering my face again, and did just the same on the other side of his large middle toe.

Motion at the top of my gaze caught my attention. Steadily, rhythmic pumps. As my tongue dragged up between toes, my eyes fixed on Rex's groin. His hand paw was wrapped around his dick, stroking. Just like any human would jerk off, except his bendy shaft would curl its tip against his fingers, and his paw would stroke along the bend to straighten it. I'd never thought about it, but of course zafaras must masturbate too. I'd done it with him in the room before, and I kind of wonder if he had learned it from mimicking me. Regardless, he was there, choking the chicken while I worked my tongue tired on his feet.

His hand slowed to a stop when he realized I had stopped licking. He looked to me, our eyes meeting again. We stared for a moment, searching each other's souls. I swear at that moment we were talking, communicating in a way I'd never had with a pet or other human. I wrapped my lips around the tip of his toe, sucking on it and licking around his toe tip, along the claw. He grunted out, that chuffing zafara sound and a 'fafa' when he got back to masturbating.

It wasn't long after that. I was licking along his soles, kissing, sucking at the sides and heel while he masturbated. It quickly became more frantic, grunts coming from Rex as he got close. My tongue was deep between his toes when he orgasmed. Rex's toes squeezed around my tongue and his entire body shuddered atop me. He squeaked these cute sounds over and over, his body tensing as cum shot out of his dick. It was copious and felt sticky on my chest, neck and chin. A distinct scent hit me, even over the smell of his footpaws. I'd gotten whiffs of it before, and it suddenly made sense- fresh, not unlike human cum, musky like Rex was. Of course he'd been masturbating before. I must have been close to catching him, or the smell just lingered.

My tongue worked around between his toes, teasing as he came. He relaxed back and chuffed that cute way again. A 'zzzaaaaaa' followed the chattering. My tongue was so very tired at that point, and I had to give up on licking his foot. I lowered the foot, setting it aside my face, so my head was between his feet. He gave me this sort of smiling, happy look. Then he curiously turned, looking over his shoulder.

It was a little embarrassing- I knew my dick was there, next to his tail, stiff and throbbing. Probably messy at that point, too. I pre a ton, and my foreskin can only hold so much. Again, I didn't know what to do. I kind of wanted to jerk off, but I worried it'd be weird or get Rex to leave. The choice wasn't really mine, anyway. Before I could decide, Rex had moved. He had leaned in, sniffing at my dick. I don't think he liked it, the way he backed off. It was sort of embarrassing, even if it was just my zafara judging me like that.

When I was getting ready to move him- maybe just cuddle for the night, and forget what just happened- Rex suddenly moved himself. He rocked forward, spun, and sat back once more. His tail thumped against my face, his back and shoulders now filling most my field of view. His arms moved behind him again, resting on my chest and shoulder. The left one was slimy and cummy against my flesh, zafara cum smearing across my skin.

I didn't want to push anything, but holy crap was I horny. The rich flavor and scent of Rex's feet were stained upon me, lingering on my tongue and in my nose. My cock was stiff, and my balls were starting to get sore. Anticipation and lack of stimulation must have got me crazy sensitive, because I thrust hard when my cock was engulfed in heat.

I wasn't entirely sure at first what was going on. My cock was surrounded by heat, dampness, pressed by flesh. As the contact shifted, I realized it was Rex's feet. It made sense- his size compared to mine, his hands would have a real tough time handling my dick. Not bragging, I'm not some bori-hung dude, but I'm a little above average and Rex's hands aren't too big. But I'm sure everyone knows zafara feet are huge, even a little bigger than mine, despite the difference in size.

I don't know if he'd practiced this, or if it's some kind of zafara skill, or what. But damn was Rex good at this. My cock was in the groove between the ball of his foot and toes, squeezing on either side. Feet stroking up and down my shaft, rolling my foreskin forward and back. His plush, thick soles would tease at my bare glans sometimes. He varied it up, moving his foot to squeeze my dick between his toes, holding the base of my dick while the other set of toes stroked up and down.

I'm usually not too fast, not like some one-pump-chump kind of guy. But I was so riled up from Rex's feet, from watching him get off. I'd never even thought of engaging with Rex this way, but now that I was in it, it was crazy hot. His feet were only at it for a bit before I grunted. I remember calling his name out, saying, “Rex, I'm gonna cum!"

I don't know if he understood that, but his feet were sandwiched around my dick again shortly after. When I orgasmed, it was with his feet on either side of my cock tip, so my cum shot on his soles and oozed out between his toes.

I came hard. Maybe the best orgasm of my life, and I didn't even know I could cum as much as I did. I drenched his feet, his toes a huge mess and a good part of his soles covered. Of course, I only found that out the next day when checking him over.

At that time, I had gone limp on the bed once more. The feet left my shaft. I could tell Rex leaned forward, sniffing at his own feet, based on what I could hear and feel. He sat back up, turning to look at me. He chuffed, suddenly looking so nervous and timid. Much more his usual, obedient nature. And the expression- it looked like he was prepared for me to punish him or tell him he was bad.

Maybe I should have? But I didn't. I was in such afterglow, feeling so good and having experienced so much so fast. I just couldn't. I reached out and pulled him closer, hugging around him. I rolled to my side, so we were each on our sides, chest to chest. Holding each other. He was making those happy zafara chatters I got when I gave him treats, or brushed him. I tried to respond in a way he'd understand, a sort of 'mmm' sound.

Before I knew it, he was asleep. I took longer for me to fall asleep. I was staring at the wall, palid blue in the moon light. Mind racing about what had just happened, about what I should have done. If we would do it again. My mind just returned to it, over and over. Would we do this again?

I fell asleep eventually. The next day, my bed was a mess. We were both a sweaty mess. I'm getting real sick of my AC being out, but the summer heat will break soon. And I have to admit, we did more when we both woke up. Maybe I'll post about that next. But I had to get this out there, somewhere, and see if other zafara owners have had something like this happen? … is anyone else really into zafara feet?