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[b][u][center]Fine Feline Rehabilitation

For Jagger8090

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

Raymond shook his head as he sat down on the park bench, looking out at the skaters that were using most of the paths and the dips and bowls and drained pool that was in the middle of it. His eyes were not focused on anything in particular, but rather were going all over the place, looking for something interesting to distract him from what he was thinking about.

It was down to the fact that he was just out of prison – or, well, the detention cells – and he knew that he was lucky to be out in just thirty days. They could have put him away for at least a year for being part of a criminal enterprise. It might have been minor, merely distribution of a few illegal goods, but that was still enough to put someone in a cell for a while.

He looked down at the ground, still feeling the presence of the police officers over his shoulders, even though there was no one there. The human had been through a lot, both in terms of being put through the system and…

And from what the DA and the officers had made him realize about how the system worked.

[i]Anyone in the system is there to exercise their aggressive instincts on the people that don’t matter,[/i] was how it was basically boiled down for him. Zade, the snow leopard DA, had been more than happy to show him where he belonged, to push him down to the ground and hold him there, under a spotted paw, and then make him realize just how much he ‘liked’ it down there. He shivered, his cock still ready to throb just thinking about that spotted paw and how it had felt rubbing along his face and down along his cheek, over his chest and then further down still.

His cock was hard as hell in his pants by the time that he was able to shake it off, and even then, he was groaning under his breath, forcing himself to breathe evenly rather than pant the way that he wanted to. The conditioning that he had undergone with the different officers, the number of them that had put him underfoot and made him want their paws, had been insane. He still hardly believed that it had happened.

Except that it obviously had, considering that he was getting a boner just looking around the park and seeing the various different skaters with the mesh shoes and socks for their paws.

He blushed as he looked at some of them. There was a lion that was rolling his way out of one of the drained pools, his paws contained in some back mesh that showed off every toe in exquisite detail, and there was a panther in a different pool that had the same sort of attire, showing off the big core part of the paw before splitting off into the toes.

His cock throbbed hard in his pants as he imagined giving them a bit of service, and Raymond groaned, rubbing his face.

[i]There’s no getting away from it, is there?[/i] he thought, shaking his head. [i]They got me, changed me, and there’s no going back.[/i]

And he wasn’t sure that he wanted to go back. At least this meant that he’d like it if he ever got into trouble again. He wouldn’t be so annoyed or angry or anything like that if the cops started being rough with him with their feet. Hell, he might ask them to get rougher.

[i]Yeah, that might be part of the problem with the system,[/i] he thought, chuckling a little bit to himself. [i]The more that you get caught, the more that you want to get caught. Might want to look at that, guys…[/i]

Regardless, he was feeling a bit better about it as he looked at the different anthros that were skating about, or even just walking about. There were paws aplenty to be seen, and he imagined that most of them were never going to be used the way that the cops used theirs. Most of these anthros didn’t have the aggression that needed to be channeled in the same way as the cops did, and that meant that they’d be nice, that their paws were out of reach for someone like him.

Then there was –

“Hey.”

Raymond blinked, turning to look over his shoulder.

It was another anthro, though this one seemed to be a hybrid of something. Both parts were feline, obviously, but while this guy had the dark fur of a puma, he also had the stripes of a tiger running through parts of his fur. Jeans with holes in them as well as a tank-top showed him as a bit of a skater guy, only reinforced with the flat-billed hat that he wore and the couple of chains that he wore around his neck. The hybrid walked around the bench, sitting down by him and offering his hand.

“Hey, saw that you were watching everyone. You a skater?” the feline asked.

“Nah. Just a, um, observer,” Raymond said, his eyes flicking from the feline’s hands to the mesh shoes that he wore before looking back up again. “Raymond,” he added, introducing himself as he shook the feline’s hand.

“Heh, Raymond, huh? Name’s Tyce.”

“Tyce. Nice to meet you.”

They shook, then looked back at the park. Or rather, Tyce looked at the park, making comments on some of the moves that the skaters were pulling off. Raymond, on the other hand…

His eyes drifted down to the paws that were displayed right beside him. Tyce sat with one leg resting on the other, pointing his mesh-covered paw in the human’s direction, and it was hard not to think of the large paw pressed right against his face, the toes drumming against his cheeks. He blushed to himself, looking away whenever he thought Tyce might be glancing back at him, not wanting to be caught out, but at the same time, he kept taking a risk, kept looking down at those paws.

[i]Dammit…dammit…[/i]

He blushed as he kept thinking about how they would feel on his face. Before his arrest, he never would have thought of them that way in the slightest, but this time, it was all he could bring to mind. He wanted to feel them pressed against his face, rubbing along his cheeks. He wanted the toes against his lips.

Or at least, he was conditioned to. He was trying to remember that, trying to remember that he had been made to want this, but that didn’t help much. Certainly, it didn’t make his dick want to go back down.

He barely paid attention to the skater stuff that they were talking about. Raymond knew enough to know what Tyce was meaning when he talked tricks and techniques, but despite everything that he tried to distract himself, nothing seemed to matter as much as the hybrid’s paws did to him. He blushed, looking away again, but slowly, his eyes were drawn back to the large, wiggling toes.

Eventually, Tyce reached down and pulled at the edge of the mesh shoe, dragging it down and off his paw in the way of one pulling off a sock. It revealed a dark-furred paw with gentle, soft-looking toes, and the urge to touch it was almost overwhelming. Raymond had to bite his lips to keep himself from making an immediate offer to do something for the hybrid that he would have regretted, and could only watch as the big guy started rubbing his foot a bit, getting rid of a bit of a rock bruise.

“Is that something that happens often?” he asked.

“What?”

“The, uh, pebbles in those shoes. Looks like they’d keep them out, most of the time.”

“Yeah, usually, but sometimes, you forget to clean your paws before putting them on, and then something slides in.”

“Ow.”

“Heh, yeah. We have strong paws, you know, but we can still feel just about everything through them.”

Raymond could just imagine, considering what the anthros had been having him do to their paws over the last thirty days. His mouth watered at the idea of putting some of that experience to use on the hybrid’s soles, giving them some attention and making them flex and twist in pleasure.

He shook his head, turning back to the skaters.

They chatted for some time, but eventually, Tyce got to his feet, stretching his arms over his head.

“Ugh, been fun, Raymond, but I gotta get going.” The hybrid chuckled, looking down at him. “Unless you wanna come with. I got a few beers back at my place, and it’d be nice to have a buddy help me with them.”

“Uh, if you don’t mind.”

“Come on. My truck’s around the corner.”

“Sure.”

He followed, wondering if this was a subtle sort of flirt going on. The human was a bit unsure about it until they reached the truck, hopped in, and Tyce pulled off his shoes. The mesh bits were tossed in the back, and he deliberately flexed and cracked his toes.

Oh. This was flirting, alright.

#

They pulled up to the house about twenty minutes later, and there was no hiding the bulge in Raymond’s pants at that point. He blushed as he got out of the truck, shaking his head as he looked at the house.

“This is a pretty big place,” he said, desperate for a distraction. “How did you get this already?”

“Well, I split the mortgage with my brother,” Tyce admitted. “But he’ll be back in a few hours, so don’t worry about that. You and I have plenty of time to enjoy the beer…”

[i]And a few other things,[/i] Raymond could imagine, considering the unspoken implications.

They walked up to the front door, the mesh shoes tossed to the side as soon as they walked in. Raymond took that as an opportunity to take off his own shoes, though he left his socks on. They walked to the living room, and Tyce nodded at the couch. Raymond took a seat, the human shuffling his feet a bit.

“So, um…are we going to…”

“Have fun?” Tyce called out from the kitchen. “Fuck yeah. I’ve been looking forward to finding someone that wanted to be under-paw.”

“You knew?”

“There was no way I could miss it. You were staring at everyone in the park long before I came over. And then, when you started staring at my paws? Heh. I wasn’t going to miss this chance.”

“I should be embarrassed about this, I feel,” he muttered.

“You shouldn’t be. It’s all good.”

The hybrid came back in, a beer in each hand. He sat down, but rather than offering one with his hand, he tucked the neck of the bottle between his toes and offered it to the human with a smirk on his face. Raymond’s blush only got worse, as did his boner, and he took it without a word, looking down at the ground in the process.

[i]This is…oh god…[/i]

He blushed, sipping at the beer a few times as the hybrid leaned back on the couch, putting his paws up and curling his toes, fanning them out, then curling them again. Each motion showed off the power of the toes, and the thickness of the paw, and the sheer way that it was attention grabbing and powerful and…and worthy of worship.

The conditioning that the police officers had put him through was coming back with a vengeance, and he whimpered softly as he kept turning to stare at the feet again. He had to do something, or he was going to go crazy.

“Um, hey. Tyce?”

“Huh?”

“You mind if I, uh, massage those paws for you?”

Thunk. Just like that, the puma hybrid pushed his paws right into his lap. Raymond groaned, feeling the toes pressing to either side of his erection, knowing that it was probably more than luck that the feline hadn’t plopped his paws right on the human’s bulge. He shivered, taking a deep breath as he took one of them and got to work.

He dug his thumbs into the meat of the pad, working his way into it, rubbing outwards. The puma hybrid groaned under his breath, obviously getting a decent bit of pleasure from the touch. Raymond smiled, feeling a bit better about it as he worked his thumbs along the pad, gradually working his way up towards the toes.

Tyce growled softly, not in anger, but rather in obvious pleasure. He pushed his other paw into the human’s thigh a bit more firmly, digging in and squeezing with his toes.

“Yeah…get right in there…”

Raymond blushed at the feeling of the toes squeezing at his legs, knowing that he was getting into this more than he expected. The feeling of that paw pressed against his thigh, the feeling of the other one tensing and relaxing in tune to his massaging fingers, only made it that much more erotic. He fought the urge to drive his face into the paw, knowing that would only make it that much more awkward, but at the same time, he wanted it.

Oh, how he wanted it.

He was just starting to massage between the thick toes when the one on his thigh started rubbing right at the edge of his erection. Raymond yelped, blushing worse than ever as Tyce looked at him, the feline smirking.

“Heh, what’s the matter? We both know that you want it.”

“Yeah, but…but it’s still…”

“Come on. You want me to step on that thing…”

“Mmmph…”

“You [i]are[/i] well-trained. You know what you want to be. Come on…just admit it…”

The paw he’d been massaging pressed against his hands, then through them, rubbing against his chin. Raymond gasped as his head was pushed back, pinned between paw and couch. He shivered as he felt his cheeks get teased, his lips pulled gently with the toes. He whimpered softly as he breathed in the soft scent that came from the bottom of the paw. Not sweaty, for they didn’t sweat like that, but rather a soft, almost comforting scent, something that pushed him down and made him remember where he belonged compared to the bigger, more powerful feline.

He shivered as the other paw pressed against his face, rubbing back and forth, up and down along his cheeks, the puma hybrid pushing him hard all of a sudden. He moaned under his breath, arching his back slowly, grinding his head one way, then the other, trying to slide out from under the paws without success.

“Come on. Tell me what you are, Raymond. You know you want to.”

“Mmmph.”

“I already know what you like.”

“Nnnngh…it’s…it’s embarrassing.”

“And you love to admit it.”

And that was the hardest part. He didn’t want this to be a big thing for him, but it was hard not to want it when the paws were pressing against his face, when the objects of his addiction were right there. He moaned under his breath, his cock getting ever harder in his pants, throbbing and showing a need that he hadn’t originally had. The puma’s paws rubbed down his face, stopping at his shirt collar, rubbing against it.

“Come on. Say it.”

“Mmmph…fine…”

Raymond shivered as he sat up a bit straighter, trying not to look so embarrassed as he felt. He cleared his throat, blushed worse, and looked down at the dark-furred paws.

“I…I’m a paw-loving person…”

“Say it again.”

“I’m a paw-lover.”

“One more time.”

“I’m…a…paw-lover.”

His cock throbbed harder than ever as he made his ‘confession.’ He hadn’t done that since the DA had demanded he do it in front of the other cops around, and it was just as erotic now as it had been then. His cock throbbed all the harder as he admitted what he wanted, what he was, and the puma hybrid smiled.

“Good human.”

Suddenly, he was kicked backwards, shoved into the back of the couch. He grunted, only for the puma to get up, pressing his paw down. The cushions under him were just enough to keep him from feeling squashed or in pain as he was trampled, gently, but still trampled. He grunted as he felt the pressure of the paws pressing down on him, shivering as he felt the toes curling, digging in.

The claws were never used, just the soft paws. He moaned under his breath as one step after another followed, rubbing along his chest, and then back down over his stomach. Tyce walked onto his thighs, rubbing along them with his dexterous toes, before turning around and padding along his legs to his groin and hips. The feline was surprisingly light, pressing down just enough for those dominant paws to take control and no more.

Raymond was in heaven, and he shivered every time that he felt those toes come so close to something intimate, something intensely sensitive. He whimpered and moaned, biting his lips to keep the sounds from getting louder.

It didn’t take long for his cock to start getting particularly hard, and he groaned as he felt the paws pressing to either side of it, gently flicking it back and forth inside of his pants, making him twitch with need.

“Nnnngh…”

“Aw, is the little paw-lover getting all worked up?”

“Yes!”

“Do you need a little relief?”

“Oh, god, you have no idea…”

“Then let’s see about giving such a good paw-lover his reward.”

The puma hybrid turned, kneeling down in a position that was very close to a sixty-nine, except that the feline’s paws were closer to the human’s head than his dick was. The feeling of those furred fingers finding his waistband and pulling it down, however, was definitely reminiscent of that.

He shivered as his cock popped out, throbbing hard and twitching with need. He arched his back slowly, but the weight of the feline on top of him kept him from thrusting properly. All he could do was moan, twitch, throb, thrust. He moaned under his breath again, panting as he looked to his side and saw those lovely paws on either side of his head. Just looking at them made his cock throb that much more.

“Nnngh…”

“Go on. You know what you want.”

“Huh?”

“You know. What you want.”

The puma hybrid wiggled his toes, pulling his legs in to keep pressing his paws against the human’s face. Raymond moaned, feeling the hot, puffing breath of the cat against his cock. He wanted to thrust, to bury his cock in the cat’s mouth, but there was no way for him to do that while he was pinned down.

And god, those paws rubbing against his face, tickling his cheeks with gentle scratches, the way that they were constantly reminding him how good it was to be under-paw, how good it felt to be submitting to the furry folk like this.

He groaned, thrusting weakly, his cock begging for more than hot breath and the occasional kiss. Raymond whimpered, throwing his head from side to side in frustration and erotic need, and he humped the air again and again.

“Come on…you know what you need to do…”

Furred toes pressed against his face, stroking along the side of his nose and his lips. He moaned as he opened his mouth, and one of them popped in.

There was very little taste to it. No sweat, no bitterness, no dirtiness. There was perhaps just a bit of salt to the flesh flavor, and that was it. He moaned as he let it linger on his tongue, and he rolled his head from side to side as he felt the pleasure grow as he started sucking on them. He lathered one toe with his tongue, teasing it and licking it, worshiping the puma’s paw.

The toes flicked against his tongue, and his lips, popping in and out. The pleasure was enough that his cock started to rise from that alone, throbbing and dripping just from giving service to the feline’s toes. Tyce chuckled.

“Look at that. Enjoying yourself so much, are you?”

“Mmmph.”

“You want my toes in your face that much?”

“Nnnngh!”

“Come on. Lick them. Suck them. Show me how much you love them.”

And he did. Oh, god, he did.

He bobbed his head as much as he could in that position, feeling the toes sliding in and out of his mouth, reminding him of what his position in life was. He was a toe-sucker, a paw-worshiper, someone that the big cats could take their aggression out on. He was meant to be under-paw, a good little toe-licker and toe-sucker, a paw massager.

That was how it worked. He fucked up his life, and now, this was his way of making things good again.

He licked around the toe –

“MMMPH!”

And just then, Tyce bobbed his head down. Raymond moaned at the feeling of such a different warmth on his cock, feeling it getting hotter and wetter than anything that he had experienced down there before. He moaned out, leaning his head back for a moment to savor the feline blowjob that he was getting.

It was intense, the tongue rough, but gentle at the same time, as if the hybrid knew that he had to take it slower than he would have done for someone else. It was just firm enough to give him some of that texture, though, to really reinforce that it wasn’t a human that was giving him this blowjob. He moaned as he felt the slight roughness working from the base of his cock towards the tip, playing along the little veins in his shaft, teasing them and then –

Oh, then working right at the tip. He moaned under his breath as he felt the tickling, tugging feeling near the head of his shaft that meant that he was going to be blowing his load any second.

Flick, flick, flick went that tongue, dragging down to his balls before pulling all the way back up. Raymond could barely keep up with the toe worship, knowing that it was all that he could give to keep the pleasure going.

They both licked, they both sucked. He was completely pinned in place, made to look up between the toes that clenched around the sides of his face. The sheer pressure meant that he was paralyzed, forced to obey, forced to serve, forced to watch.

And he watched as Tyce slowly unzipped his pants, pulling out a barbed cock and started stroking it. The hybrid was actually getting off to getting him off. The blowjob continued and so did the clenching, squeezing rubbing of the toes on his face.

He moaned under his breath, shivering as he felt them getting tighter and tighter along his cheeks, holding him in place, making him watch. He was the prey, and the hybrid was the hunter, and he had been caught.

Moans, his and Tyce’s, grew all the louder as they got closer and closer to their orgasm. He panted as he arched his back, his eyes rolling back in their sockets. He moaned under his breath, then louder, louder, around the toes in his mouth. His cock swelled against the feline tongue, until –

“NNNNGH!”

He came, and he came hard, squirting his load deep into the puma hybrid’s mouth. He could feel that Tyce was cumming too, though the warmth was falling somewhere else. Raymond barely paid any attention to that, more focused on the feeling of his own orgasm and the way that it was finally taking away some of the tension that he had been dealing with for weeks.

He moaned as the feline’s mouth popped off of him, and he panted as Tyce’s toes left his face, allowing him some freedom. Reaching up to rub his cheeks, he felt a few little dots where the claws had touched, but no scratches.

Tyce sat down on the opposite side of the couch, licking his fingers for a moment before chuckling.

“Looks like you enjoyed that, paw-lover.”

“Mmmph.”

“Didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, just…wow.”

“Wow?”

“Wow.”

He shook his head. While it had definitely been a bit forced, that was a lot better than what he had gone through at the DA’s office, and definitely better than what the officers had done to him in the detention cells before they’d let him go. It was like he was finally getting a bit of a break from all the stuff that they wanted him to be, and finally being allowed to be himself again.

Tyce chuckled, stretching out and crossing his legs at the ankles.

“Guess you needed that. I don’t remember the last time someone filled my mouth like that.”

“Was it too much?”

“Heh, nothing like. When was the last time you got off?”

“Yesterday?”

“Okay, when was the last time that you got off to paws?”

“Um…that’s probably back when…”

“When you were in detention?”

“…How did you know?” Raymond asked, blinking.

“My brother’s a cop. He’s got some connections, and he mentioned that someone like you had been released.”

“…Were you looking for me?”

Tyce shrugged.

“Not for you specifically, but when I saw you, I had a guess. Looks like I guessed right. And besides, you liked it, don’t deny it.”

The fact that he liked it was less of a problem than the fact that there were people that were looking to take advantage of what the cops had done to him. If it had been someone else, someone meaner, then this whole thing could have gone much, much worse.

He shivered at the thought, but no sooner had he started than there was a clink and a thunk at the front door.

“That’ll be my brother,” Tyce said, getting up and tucking his dick away. “You want to get your pants back on?”

“Oh, fuck!”

He jumped off the couch, frantically pulling his pants up as the puma hybrid chuckled, leaving the living room. Raymond could not have been more embarrassed, particularly with the way that the room smelled of sex now. There was no way that the cop wasn’t going to notice that, and the fact that he had been just released…oh god, what if this got him into more trouble?

[i]Relax. You did the good stuff. You were released for good behavior. It’s not like Tyce is going to tell his brother that you raped his feet or something.[/i]

That wasn’t the most encouraging thing, considering that all of his encounters with cops so far had ended up going badly for him, but at the same time, it was all he could think about. He had to hope for the best.

The puma hybrid returned, and following him was a tiger. A big tiger, too, one of those tigers that you saw and then imagined just how their ancestors would have been. Big, thick, the sort of cat that you saw just before they eliminated you for good.

He wore the same sort of mesh shoes that Tyce had been wearing, and the cop looked him in the eye. There was a smile after, and the tiger offered his hand.

“Tidus,” he said by way of introduction. “And you’re Raymond, yes?”

“Yeah, um…Tyce said that you mentioned me.”

“Yeah, I heard about you from the DA.”

“…I hope nothing bad.”

“Oh, no. Just that you needed a little…education.”

“There’s not going to be more of that, is there?”

“Only if you stop loving paws.”

“I…don’t think that’s going to happen.”

“I’m sure it won’t. After all, you got it good.”

The tiger smirked, lifting one of his paws and showing it off. Raymond’s cock immediately started hardening in his pants, and Tidus smiled, putting his paw back down.

“See? Nothing to worry about.”

“I…guess.”

“By the way, Tyce,” Tidus said, looking down at the puma. “Beer? Really? You want to get me in trouble here?”

“Nobody knows I’m underage, bro.”

“Yeah, but someone [i]will[/i] if any of the other cops find you and find out you’re my brother. Get it together.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The puma hybrid flopped back on the couch, leaving Raymond blushing between the two feline siblings. It was bad enough when there was one around to tease him, and now, there were two. Tidus did seem a bit more responsible than his brother, he supposed, but at the same time, he was an official cop, which meant that there were other things to look out for.

Before Raymond could say anything, Tidus patted his back.

“Why don’t you come with me? There’s a few things that we need to talk about, and if you’re willing, I could use some help.”

“With what?”

“A party.”

“Party?” Tyce asked, leaning forward. “I heard party.”

“Yeah, I bet you did,” the tiger said, chuckling. “Let’s just put it this way. It’s something that you would both enjoy, and I could use some help putting it together. Raymond, kitchen?”

“Uh, yeah, coming…”

Raymond nodded, walking along in a daze. He was still horny, hornier than he expected immediately post-orgasm, and he had no idea what was going to happen next. All he knew was that he was going to have a hell of a time trying to keep up with the feline siblings, particularly if this party that they were talking about was going to involve more paws.

His poor dick…

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

Summary: Raymond, a human among anthros, is dealing with some of the conditioning that he got while he was in detention. He is much more interested in the paws of the anthros around him, and struggles not to stare at them. Then, one of the anthros decides to take advantage.

Tags: M/M, paw fetish, foot fetish, human, puma, hybrid, tiger, mild trampling, trampling, footjob, through clothes, oral, blowjob, paw worship, orgasm, cum, masturbation, teasing, conditioning,