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Ain't Nothing But A Foot Pump 2

For Wott0891

By Draconicon

The guys at the gambling den knew the rules. Get out by 2 AM, make damn sure that the place was clean, and if Saul invited you back to his place, go. Even if he was weird, even if he was an angry, thuggish guy that made everyone uncomfortable around the gambling tables, you didn't ignore him when he asked you back. Not if you didn't want a visit from his boss in the morning.

So, Rigel went along with it. The zebra stomped up the stairs behind the bigger rhino, shaking his head as he walked along.

"So, what the fuck you got waiting for me, huh? Couldn't you have brought it to the table?"

"Fuck no. Pump's one of those things you gotta leave at home."

"What is it, anyway?"

"You'll see," the rhino said.

Shaking his head, the zebra followed him to the apartment door. The whole place was a dump, when you got right down to it. Cracked walls, dusty corners, carpet that probably hadn't seen a vacuum in years; all of it explained why Saul was the way he was. He came from a dump, and so he was a dump himself.

Still, there was the rule, and the zebra would abide by them.

As soon as the rhino opened the door to the apartment, though, there was a sound. Not much, just a whimper followed by a 'zap', followed by another whimper. The zebra's ears twitched on top of his head.

"What was that?"

"Pump being an idiot again. PUMP!"

What is he, some kind of dog, or -

Rigel's eyes went about as wide as they could go as 'Pump' came around the corner.

It was some sort of hybrid. Otter and wolf, if he didn't miss his guess. Hard-bodied, anthro rather than feral, and completely naked aside from the shock collar around his neck. The zebra stared for a moment, his eyes wide as he followed the rhino into the apartment.

"What the fuck?"

"Like 'im? Got him off a trader in the Red Lights."

"You...what..."

"Ain't gay, man, nothing like that. But the guy's got some sort of magic cum or something. Makes my feet feel great after a long day on 'em."

This was not the Saul that he was used to seeing, and it took him a moment or two to realize what had changed.

He's showing off. He's all sorts of giddy about this guy, and he's showing off.

It made sense, and it felt...weird. He was so used to the angry asshole that watched over the card tables that this rhino, this guy that was proud of something he owned and wanted to share it, was...weird.

Still shaking his head, he followed Saul into the crappy apartment, the pair of them sitting down together on the couch. Pump, as he assumed the wotter was named, crawled along after them, lying on his back and spreading his legs, showing off his sheath, balls, and the first hint of his cock starting to come out.

"Ain't gay, huh?" Rigel asked.

"Well, ain't gay if your balls ain't touching, eh?"

"I guess. Whatcha do with him?"

"Eh, just this, mostly."

After peeling off a shoe, the rhino pulled his sock off and tossed it over. The fabric was wet, nearly dripping with sweat, and the zebra held it out at arm's length.

"Man, what the fuck?"

"Shove it in his mouth. He's been getting loud lately."

"Loud?"

"Hey, you want to bring a gag over, be my guest. I ain't spending money on anything fancy."

The idea of having a sock in his mouth was nasty as fuck, but the wotter didn't look like he was complaining. Hell, the little guy was opening his mouth about as wide as it could go.

Fucking hell, looks like he wants it, alright.

Shaking his head, the zebra lowered the sock down. He packed it past the wotter's teeth, and almost instantly, the naked slut started biting down on it, almost looking like he was trying to suck the sweat out of it.

"What the fuck did you do to this guy?"

"Didn't do nothing. He was half-broke when I picked him up. I just finished the job."

One hell of a finishing. Even as the wotter sucked on the sucks, he could see that dark cock rising up from the wotter's sheath, getting stiffer and harder the longer that he tasted the sweat in his mouth. As Saul lowered his foot down, the wotter moaned, arching his back -

"Hey! What'd I tell you about humping?"

Smack! The sound of wet sole flesh hitting equally wet cock flesh was something to hear, alright. Rigel stared, his eyes wide as he watched the slave's cock swing from side to side, bobbing up and down from the impact.

At the same time, it wasn't just sympathy that came up for him. There was a...a sense of...

Need.

Why would anyone just...let someone else...

It was already turning around in the zebra's mind. There was no way a real person would let someone else treat them like this. Either this wotter liked to be treated like a fucking slut, like nothing but an object, or that was just what he was, anyway. Either way, he felt less guilty about seeing someone in a state like this...

Less guilty...and more eager to participate.

After the rhino gave that dick a few more smacks, he cleared his throat.

"Hey, uh...can I give it a shot?"

"Heh, what, you want to feel the magic dick juice?"

"Just...gimme a shot."

Saul slid down the couch, and Rigel slid into his position, taking off his sandals as he went. He tossed one off to the side, the long, broad, black underside a bit slippery from sweat. Hell, the slut would probably like that.

He stomped down, maybe a bit harder than he needed to. Sure as hell shoved the wotter's dick back into his belly, making the little guy gasp under him.

"You know, that dick of his looked bigger when it was under your foot than mine."

"Don't call it a dick. It's a pump," Saul muttered.

"Thought you said it wasn't gay?"

"Hey, you want to call it a dick?"

"Fine. The pump looks smaller."

"Heh, well, you got big feet."

He did. Big, black-soled feet that were utterly dwarfing the wotter's cock. He ground his foot back and forth, sandwiching that shaft between his sole - just the one, his feet were so big - and the wotter's stomach. Back and forth, back and forth, grinding that slippery little shaft against the fur. He could feel it dripping, alright, dripping and oozing.

And...it was doing something. It was making his feet tingle, almost like some sort of chemical refresher. He liked it, smirking, bringing his other foot up to tickle the wotter's balls.

"You got more in there? Go on, shove it out. I wanna feel what the real thing is like."

He didn't kick those balls, but he did nudge them with his toes harder than he needed to. The wotter whimpered, biting down on the gag all the harder.

"Huh? You gonna make me wait? You gonna hold back on me?"

This time, he did stomp on that dick harder than he had to, his heel coming down right on the forming knot. Pump's eyes went wide on the impact, his breath huffing and puffing hard and fast.

Didn't matter to Rigel. Didn't matter in the slightest.

"Come on, you fucking Pump. You got something to shoot? Then pump it out. Pump it out all over my goddamn foot..."

He was pumping, pedaling that cock hard, pushing it down and fucking it in the space between the ball of his foot and the bottom of his arch. The whole thing fit right there, grinding away, getting more and more slick from its torment.

The wotter's whimpers were getting louder, occasionally followed by a quick shock. The shock collar must have been picking up the louder sounds, punishing him. Not that it seemed to make a damn bit of difference.

"Go on..." Pump, pump, stroke, slide. "Cum!"

And then, the wotter did.

Pump arched his back, thrusting up against the zebra's sole, grinding the head of his little pump against it and spewing as he went. Most of it went over Rigel's toes rather than along the majority of his foot, though. Not what the zebra wanted.

Even as he felt the tingling power of that magic dick juice, he knew that it wasn't covering nearly enough of his foot to actually give him what he wanted. What he was promised. The zebra growled in a very non-equine way, bringing both his feet together over the shrinking dick.

"Hey, Pump! You think that's enough, huh?"

His heels pinched together around the wotter's knot, trapping it outside his sheath. Instantly, Pump whimpered, almost yelping around the sock gag.

It didn't matter that the shocks were strong enough for him to feel through his feet. The zebra kept on stroking, grinding both his soles up and down that slippery dick. No matter the fact that it looked tiny between them, he smothered it between his black soles.

"Come on. I know you got more dick juice in there. Does that hurt, huh? Well, you better cum that much quicker then. Give. Me. More!"

The End